Spring & society

Well there has been a bit of this lately...

It started with marvellous Spanish lunch at Movida (Hosier Lane) with Dermo & B, all good fun...then an Italian lunch at Cicciolina in St Kilda with an old friend from the UK, followed by some dinner parties, a 30th birthday party and a very boozy Moroccan Sunday lunch.

That was just the first 3 weeks of September. It must be Spring.

The wonderful citizens of Melbourne have survived the dreaded mid year seasons [winter and the football] and have their party shoes on to celebrate the return of one of my favourite seasons - Spring.

Not only the season has changed. Thankfully so has the fashions. The winter coats and [football] scarfs have been folded away for lighter clothing and more tailored wear. The skinny cigarette jean is [unfortunately] still rearing it's sickly head however the fashions this summer are looking rather becoming with lots of stripes and [shock horror for this Melbournian] lots of colour. However I'm sure black is still very much welcomed at the luncheon table.

So the fashion and the food hold me no concern. Since going to the gym I can justify the food and puddings rather easily. It the amount of the wine and hard liquor that I seem to constantly be plying into my body during Spring's return that is.

So given this when I heard that my old boss (now an ex pat in Singapore) was in town I was going to catch a quick drink at Riverland on Friday night. And I did...then another then another then dinner then the Prince of Wales and finally ( to my horror ] the Xchange hotel dancing on a podium and realising that maybe as my sister and her family were arriving the next day I best get myself home. And woke up Andrew when I got it [oops].

Bless Spring!

Cocktail hour X 2

Well without sounding like Auntie Mame...cocktail hour was toooooo much last night Vera daaaaarling...ok enough of the Roslyn Russell at 8.49am on a sunday...especially since I have a bit of a hangover...

Last night we were invited to a housewarming in South Bank - guys we know have been living in the same place for 13 years - and now have bought it! Quite sensible really as can you imagine the savings in removalist costs! I digress...The boys went to a bit of trouble and there was a mixture of pitchers full of cosmos, margaritas, jelly shots and other colourful numbers designed to give you a headache in the morning...I did get to see and pay homage to Aunty Moira (will try to hunt down snaps of her last last performance at the Rooty Hill RSL)as she was keeping court in the garden...Shirley alas was not there...disappeared in a DC3 over the sea of Japan many many years ago now as she was coming back from a sell out performance at the Tokyo Gardens...Lets not speak of it...Great to see a lot of people we haven't seen in ages...Managed to leave in a semi-respectable sort of way (only the half not the fully loaded) and headed into the city to the Joe's birthday at the COMM bar...

Well m'dear the COMM Bar is all that and more - another Mebourne Bar in a hidden laneway I never knew (only been working the the CBD for the last 8 years)This brilliant pristine white bar with sweeping staircase ( where it leads to quite unsure given alcohol status) and fabulous Parisian chic wine room was a little too much! FYI the toilets are jet black and look heaven ( ps - I always guage a venue by its toilets? Why? Its the last thing the owners spend money on!) Joe & Carmel were already there looking fabulous and again saw many friends we havent seen in ages...why I continued drinking is still beyond me...(that right I was drunk!) So anyway we said our farewells (aka I fell out of the bar) and hailed a cab ( of course we went to 7-11 for a 4 and 20 - why o why the 7-11 have the brightest lights in the galaxy is beyond me...) and went to sleep...so an evening with Auntie Mame (Moira) ended more so "Withnail & I'