Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Yesterday was pretty depressing, depressing enough that I wasn’t able to go to work today - that hasn’t happened for ages.

But all was not lost! I got to have dinner with my mate OM who I had not seen for absolutely ages. We went down to a formerly-old-man pub that seemed to be mysteriously closed up early, so we headed back to one of my fave haunts the Town Hall Hotel. OM had kangaroo, I had roast pork - complete with crackling. Christ, it’s been ages!

Somehow pints of Coopers Pale Ale didn’t seem quite enough so we headed down to a local bar Rrose…where OM pretty much soothed my bruised heart by buying us cocktails. Yum. I can’t remember fully what OM’s one had, but mine was made of vanilla-infused vodka and rosewater, with an icing sugar rimmed edge. So it basically tasted like very alcoholic Turkish delight. Wow. It was called the ‘Persian Princess’. After that, we had very nice hot chocolates and semi-staggered back to my place.

I spent most of today in bed but again went out for dinner - this time with my fiancee, as it’s her birthday. Went to a local Thai place, had deep-fried tofu with chilli sauce (upon OM’s recommendation, actually) and a pork mince salad. Tried out one of the Asian beers they offered and then headed back to fiancee’s (real) partner’s place for generous servings of choc-mint ice cream and watched the film St Trinian’s before collectively drooling over Jessica Alba and walking home.

As I walked home, a little unfamiliar though in my own neighbourhood, I saw something scamper across the road. It was smaller than a cat. Eventually it stopped alongside a tree, I assume to contemplate climbing up. As I approached it didn’t run away - it was a possum, its tail to the ground, set in meerkat-like posture. I said hello to it and kept walking.