I’m feeling a little sentimental – I just found some old photos on a disc that I hadn’t seen before. They’re from my weekend adventure in Lublijana and Zagreb with 3 of the most awesome people I know.
Two of whom just got engaged (I’m pretty confident this is no longer a secret – although good ol’ me and my foot in mouth almost managed to upstage them by announcing it on their myspace page before they’d got around to telling everyone…)
Anyhoo, once the shock wore off, it was a beautiful weekend of food,and laughing, and weird sperm-like decorations in crazy cavernous clubs.
Although what trip is complete without the obligatory incident resulting in a visit to the hospital and a cast? You haven’t really been to Lublijana unless you’ve had an x-ray!
Which is so much better than my story of having the flu, and going to an all night chemist and getting medication from someone who barely spoke english, and realising we didn’t know what to do with it (the oddest shaped bottle, with what looked like an eye dropper, but why would you put flu medication in your eye?)
So, I miss these folks muchly. But I know they’re still out there, having adventures. And that makes me smile…
I got through an entire coffee without it going cold first. The red in my hair stopped looking brassy-Jessica-rabbit-like and looked more Rossetti-like. My favourite mittens fell out of an old rolled up jumper (I thought I’d left them in London). I felt content that a recently strained friendship was last night put back onto the path of happiness and good-will. The sun was pretty this morning, and when I walked past a toddler running-stumbling in the park who raised her hand to shade her face, there were tiger stripes on her cheeks from where the sun leaked through her fingers. And I remembered to set the heater in my office last night, so by the time I got to work it was toasty warm.
Last weekend I approached a DJ whose set was incredible. He played a beatsy remix of Enya’s Sailing Away side by side with can’t-stop-my-feet-from-moving-electro-disco and so much more. Every song the girls and I would look at each other and scream “oh my god, I love this!”
He looked familiar, so when I was walking past him after he’d played, I introduced myself and told him I loved his work. He looked me straight in the eye and said with a frown, “you’re the {insert name of my work} girl, aren’t you?”… yes I am. “Yeah – I’m the guy you kicked out of your venue when you caught me jumping over the wall.” Oh. Oops. I knew he looked familiar!
So, what’s been going on? Lots of good music, a few boozy tears and mostly just work… It’s where I am right now – taking a 5 minutes break at 7pm from my favourite past-time… oh yeah, my workaholic tendencies haven’t changed….
He’s my man. And I like to sing too him and along with him (although not very loudly anymore, since my new office mate is a punk, and we’re having a musical ceasefire resulting in silence, since we can no longer come to any agreement about what is office-worthy music). But you know there’s trouble in the air when Nick’s singing to me as loudly as he is today.
I want to go back to London. I want it so bad it makes me cry.
I sound so childish and over-dramatic, I know! But I feel like I’m missing something this week. It’s a bit aching (in a self-conciously juvenile way..) And this afternoon, when I was singing to One of These Things First, I realised what was wrong….
In Perth I sing to him when I’m sad. In London I sang to him when I was happy.
