Travelling to Melbourne, Part II
Jun. 13th, 2008 02:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonAh salmon and leek roesti, you are a breakfast of champions, particularly when one adds a poached egg!
After a startlingly late night for such well behaved girls on a schoolnight, I strolled back to the hotel last night, having caught the right tram and *very nearly* disembarked at the right stop, thinking that it may not be possible there is a more attractive and witty person than
pushdragon in Australian fandom, but since I hope to meet
meredyth_13 through the course of the day, I may have to declare a tie.
I am reminded again of what an immensely liveable city Melbourne is, and how people have Standards. I was hoping to buy a new skirt, but am quite short, and the shop I went to originally had nothing to suit, despite a very helpful shopgirl. She patted my arm and said "Not to worry, the other girl will know where to go", and asked her friend, also a shopgirl, where the stumpy might be clad.
Shopgirl two not only wrote me out a list of shops, complete with tram stops, but DREW ME MAPS. NB, none of these were related to her chain, just good places to shop that had clothes for the vertically challenged.
Ah Melbourne, you're like that ...
I have a new skirt, a black woolly cap and a red scarf. Very happy indeed! Now off to an exhibition and to see if any of my friends are available for lunch. At home, J and the cats survived the night, but Monster apparently spent the evening pining. When I asked how this was expressed, I was told that she only wanted tummy rubs and shoulder cuddles, or food, all night. I suggested this may be less pining and more taking shameful advantage. He replied that my cynicism had no place in the the world of kitties.
ETA Lost connection at breakfast, am now at lunch with an EXCELLENT toasted beef sandwich, having spent a long wait to get into the manuscript exhibition and finding it worth every second. THEY HAD MEDIEVAL SELLOTAPE!!!!!
No word from Meredyth, off to meet up with dearest RL friend and her midget. On a tram. Well, they're at the other end of the tram ride, but, you know .
After a startlingly late night for such well behaved girls on a schoolnight, I strolled back to the hotel last night, having caught the right tram and *very nearly* disembarked at the right stop, thinking that it may not be possible there is a more attractive and witty person than
pushdragon in Australian fandom, but since I hope to meet meredyth_13 through the course of the day, I may have to declare a tie. I am reminded again of what an immensely liveable city Melbourne is, and how people have Standards. I was hoping to buy a new skirt, but am quite short, and the shop I went to originally had nothing to suit, despite a very helpful shopgirl. She patted my arm and said "Not to worry, the other girl will know where to go", and asked her friend, also a shopgirl, where the stumpy might be clad.
Shopgirl two not only wrote me out a list of shops, complete with tram stops, but DREW ME MAPS. NB, none of these were related to her chain, just good places to shop that had clothes for the vertically challenged.
Ah Melbourne, you're like that ...
I have a new skirt, a black woolly cap and a red scarf. Very happy indeed! Now off to an exhibition and to see if any of my friends are available for lunch. At home, J and the cats survived the night, but Monster apparently spent the evening pining. When I asked how this was expressed, I was told that she only wanted tummy rubs and shoulder cuddles, or food, all night. I suggested this may be less pining and more taking shameful advantage. He replied that my cynicism had no place in the the world of kitties.
ETA Lost connection at breakfast, am now at lunch with an EXCELLENT toasted beef sandwich, having spent a long wait to get into the manuscript exhibition and finding it worth every second. THEY HAD MEDIEVAL SELLOTAPE!!!!!
No word from Meredyth, off to meet up with dearest RL friend and her midget. On a tram. Well, they're at the other end of the tram ride, but, you know .
