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Yesterday was Melbourne Cup Day! Some of you long-timers may remember me mentioning The Race That Stops The Nation, because at 3pm every first Tuesday of November, the entire country stops to watch a horse race. It's the biggest in the southern hemisphere blah blah blah, but basically: CHAMPAGNE. HATS. FOOD. PICNICS/BBQS. MORE CHAMPAGNE. MORE FOOD. It's also a public holiday in Melbourne, and being a slack country, most people take Monday off as well, so it's a lovely four-day weekend for a three-minute horse race.
This is my first Melbourne Cup not being in Melbourne, but the weather was perfect here and it was also The Boy's birthday, so we had people come to the new house and we ate and ate and ate. It's like Christmas a month early. Having said that, why the hell is it not a national public holiday? It seems that everyone skips work, or at least gets drunk during it, so give everyone the day off I say!
Is it weird that I forgot to take photos of actual people, rather than plates of food? IDEK. But they hired a chef for a couple of hours (note: in the middle of moving, have no kitchenware, no time to buy/cook food, INSANE LUXURY THAT I CAN'T QUITE COMPREHEND) who was this hilariously charming Irish guy in his 60s and was just the greatest.
PARTY!
What would a Melbourne Cup party be without a horse centrepiece?
The plate this salad was on was literally a metre long. It was amazing.
Cake by yours truly. Didn't actually turn out too badly in the end. Was gooey and moist and chocolatey delicious, too. ;)
The sun setting after a gorgeous, clear day. Sigh.
PACKED TO THE RAFTERS, OH MY GOD. SOMEBODY PLEASE COME AND TALK TO ME ABOUT IT.
30 Rock is back this week, hurrah! And this week: LL > Avery. Like duh. I did quite appreciate the "One thing is for sure about Liz and Jack, they always have each other!" description on the 30 Rock Facebook thread however. FTW.
Also, how did I get about three weeks behind on Weeds without even realising it? Good news, I did catch up on Glee though. So it ain't all bad.
Going to see Robin Williams tomorrow night. The Boy's family have seen him live multiple times, but I'm a virgin at this. I don't know; I'm grateful to be going and all that, but to be honest? His manic-style comedy doesn't usually do it for me. I just hope it's good because I don't want to be the party pooper that didn't laugh enough.
Finally got around to seeing Eat, Pray, Love and didn't know David Lyon was in it. In fact, why were there all these Australians in it? (Oh, of course. It was half-set in Bali, and when there's Bali, there are Aussies drinking cheap beer.) That movie just made me want to eat, damn it.
Time for bed soon, my eyes are about to close on me. 'Night!