Saturday, November 01, 2003

It seems that every time I post, I have the equivalent of a novel to write about. Believe me, I really AM trying to keep it short...

Friday night was interesting.

Went out after work with workmates to our local pub, as usual. Even managed to get my neighbour, David, to come too (who also chivalrously lent me his umbrella for the weekend).

One by one, they all dwindled away until it was just the die-hards: me, Seph and Tom (all having an all-too-interesting chat about cookies, I might add).

Since it was Seph's birthday, we moved on to his venue of choice: some pub in St. Kilda. It was packed in there, but we met some of his friends and I drank MORE red wine (which I have discovered I CAN drink, afterall) and of course spilled much of it down the front of my white shirt.

More allusions to cookies.

I finally realized it was time to go home at midnight but all the trams would have stopped before I could get all the way home to Brunswick West. Seph gallantly paid for a cab ride home for me and decided that he needed to escort me to safety... I don't think he realized just how far it was in the suburbs. Poor dear. I explained it to him several times. He just kept asking me : "Where are we?"

Unfortunately, I woke up Saturday morning with a bit of a hangover and dissatisfied with my quantity of sleep.

But I was off to work at Flemington, where all the horse racing for the Melbourne Cup Carnival is happening.

I spent 45 minutes just looking for my work venue. What a huge place! And Peter Rowland caters so many areas of it: from Tooheys beer tents for the masses to champagne-and-strawberries for the well-heeled. I happened to be in the "Bird Cage" with all the corporate functions and beautiful people.

I'm pretty sure I saw many famous people, only I had no idea who they were.

I served much alcohol and even more yummy food to ladies in pretty dresses and ridiculous hats and men in suits from 9:30-6:30pm when the heavens finally opened up on us and they decided I could leave... It just means that I was thankful for the aforementioned umbrella.

On the way home, Scott rang my mobile and got me to turn around and come back into the city so we could go out for dinner in St. Kilda with his guests Kai and Nicole.

We ended up at a fantastic nouveau-Mexican restaurant, Bluecorn, and I had a lovely prawn/roasted corn fajita with mango chutney. Ohmygosh, so good!

But by this time, it was midnight and again all trams had stopped running to Brunswick West, so I stayed at Scott's place.

But not before stopping off at the Crown Casino and Entertainment Complex. What a cool place! Now I know where I can go shopping almost 24-hours a day, not to mention play video games, eat, watch movies, dance and gamble.

Today I'm meeting up with Wynsomme and Juris (whom I stayed with for a week on the Gold Coast in August) and their son Nik. They're in town for the Melbourne Cup and I'm so excited to see them again!

Even though it is raining yet again today... but one never knows in Melbourne. Four seasons in a day. If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes... oh look! Here comes the sun...

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