playing hooky from the daily doldrums of life has its rewards
it's weird how after being in a prolonged melancholic phase, that even the slightest experience of contentment makes you feel guilty about not maintaining the doom and gloom front.
it is with a very peculiar feeling in my bones tonight as i write about how my last two weekends have just been fucking great. really.
i went to melbourne for the fourth time, but fell in love with a whole different aspect of that city. over three days, i had breakfast at degraves espresso, shopped along all the lane ways, arcades and little streets, slept on a deck chair guzzling beer above curtin house on a breezy friday afternoon, and spied on scruffily debonair middle-aged men and some hipster asian boys at st. jeromes. and i fucking love that cafe along flinders lane - Journal.
AAAAAND! i met some people who knew the kino comic book guy. they have informed me that he is a complete nerd, even owning that light saber toy thingy. my guess is that he probably bought that goddamn thing from kino himself so people would stop pressing the fucking button and making the sound go off every 15 minutes.
so that was melbourne.
this election weekend is an entirely different story. i went on a day-long date with someone. a late yum-cha lunch, napping on the couch while watching "The Island of Dr. Moreau", dinner at his special italian place (where we bumped into his ex-girlfriend and her entire family which hates the shit outta him), and stood on a 'private' beach at brighton le sands on a full moon night (while getting eaten alive by mosquitoes) and a... um, post-event resulting from a 'malfunctioned shower head'. on sunday, he made me some eggs/sundried tomatoes/zucchinis on toasted rye bread with avocado spread for brunch, smoked cigars and drank port on the deck, and really just spent the rest of the day talking and laughing.
i must say, i'm the happiest i've ever been in a while. and the best part is that he only lives 10 kilometers from me. maybe the spell has finally broken. :)
it is with a very peculiar feeling in my bones tonight as i write about how my last two weekends have just been fucking great. really.
i went to melbourne for the fourth time, but fell in love with a whole different aspect of that city. over three days, i had breakfast at degraves espresso, shopped along all the lane ways, arcades and little streets, slept on a deck chair guzzling beer above curtin house on a breezy friday afternoon, and spied on scruffily debonair middle-aged men and some hipster asian boys at st. jeromes. and i fucking love that cafe along flinders lane - Journal.
AAAAAND! i met some people who knew the kino comic book guy. they have informed me that he is a complete nerd, even owning that light saber toy thingy. my guess is that he probably bought that goddamn thing from kino himself so people would stop pressing the fucking button and making the sound go off every 15 minutes.
so that was melbourne.
this election weekend is an entirely different story. i went on a day-long date with someone. a late yum-cha lunch, napping on the couch while watching "The Island of Dr. Moreau", dinner at his special italian place (where we bumped into his ex-girlfriend and her entire family which hates the shit outta him), and stood on a 'private' beach at brighton le sands on a full moon night (while getting eaten alive by mosquitoes) and a... um, post-event resulting from a 'malfunctioned shower head'. on sunday, he made me some eggs/sundried tomatoes/zucchinis on toasted rye bread with avocado spread for brunch, smoked cigars and drank port on the deck, and really just spent the rest of the day talking and laughing.
i must say, i'm the happiest i've ever been in a while. and the best part is that he only lives 10 kilometers from me. maybe the spell has finally broken. :)