the nervous me: oh my farking god, i just booked a flight for 22nd of farking feb! is that way crazy?!
the spontaneous me: crazy crazy cool is what that is!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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HOW INSANELY SURREAL it was to be on the 112 tram, putting money in a ticket machine (and fares have gone up AGAIN! goddamm privatisation sucks - now i have to pay $3.10 to get to the city. lucky i don't live in glenfarkingwaverly!!) and, as i scrabbled for the extra ten cents, i pondered out loud, amsterdam or milan??
"you can't re-route once the ticket has been issued," came the sage advice from the lovely julie at best flights.
"better make it amsterdam then," i said into my mobile, feeling every bit the fitzroyalty yuppie. and yea, milan IS closer but i might just be in need of one last fling with the duchies before i come home. ohhhhhh, the duchies, it's been way to long since i even heard from those craZy cats!
aaaaiyaaah!! AND supermum AND the fugazi AND mister might should could himself!! not to mention an overnight stay in tokyo AND a rendezvous with the hot water service in birmingham!! all these sudden realisations and their so very near tangibless (ha! that IS a word, i checked!) almost made me bounce out of my skin completely. luckily, sqodger called me immediately when he finished work and yippeed with me aplenty so i'm still definitely inside my skin.
the night was then destined to be filled with fantastic food, fabulous friends and frisky frolicking all the way from lee's poshO apartment in port melbourne to gorgeous gabs'
PERFECTly gorgeous and brand spanking new art deco apartment in west st kilda (she's even got rock throw at able windows!), and then back again to farewell mister hottness himself by drinking champers without him in the pool room at the pub - well, i suggested he partake but he said he doesn't "do" bubbly and never has to pay for beer there anyway, lucky bastard! or do you think it was just a brush-off??
anyway, after convincing monsieur le napes to sell us six longnecks way past the legally acceptable (i refer to the time, not only the level of intoxication) limits, i realised, in the words of the marvellous poetry posse mouth off, i can't complain!
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