Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Woke up very early this morning with a slight hangover from the red wine at my parents’ place. Despite this week’s two crappy incidents, I was feeling pretty damn good. It might have had something to do with the fact that I was having breakfast out with neighbour-friend (okay, so he’s my friend and was my friend before we became neighbours).

Went to a place in North Melbourne called Fandango. Service is…interesting.

Breakfast was…

…ace.

I had French toast (or le pain perdu for the Frenchies, giggle) which was ginormous. Yes, I realise this is not a word a budding word-smith should be using, but it was. Dangerous Dave, or should I say ‘good-looking Dave’ (actually, I call him neighbour Dave. These things help when you and your friends know many Daves, and know many of the same) had beetroot eggs.

We were deceived by the ’squeezed daily’ orange juice…(I shall not reproduce the nerdy debate that we went into, surely one can imagine). We had yet another discussion about Joy Division and the film Control. I then guessed at the reasons as to why one would not tell someone how they got a particular injury rather resembling something one might get when one punches an inanimate object.

Today is my friend CM’s birthday. She’s going to be down in Melbourne town for the day to celebrate, which includes dinner, and seeing a show. I originally wasn’t going to the show but someone pulled out, and she gave me a free (squee!) ticket to go and see Stephen Sondheim’s Follies.

I think she had a good time, which is of the utmost importance! Follies was ace, but it made me a little sad…it was about love, and I’d been thinking about that very topic on the way into the city to see CM.

The worst was the trip home, very late at night. It seemed lonely enough for me to wish I had enough money to buy a ticket to somewhere out of Australia. Been a long time since I felt like that. Um, I’m still going to be the same stupid mess abroad that I am here, now. Same stupid slutty mess.