my week in pictures (or 5,000 words)

so, it has been some five days since i last posted to this blog; i figure a picture per day and you can do the maths (the absence of actual pictures may be a clue). i was claiming chivalry as the reason for my absence from this medium, allowing my CO-contributor jane, amid whose exhortations and general delusions of grandeur i commenced this enterprise, to make her first post (she really does exist). but fearing our baby would wither and die without love or at least constant nurturing, i a forced to ask myself - what have i been up to? i'm glad you asked...

TUESDAY
caught a ten-piece funk outfit perform at barbukka, smith street. signs malcolm may be more drunk than he thinks he is; when discussing partying the night away, repeatedly asking a friend whom he had established at a previous, alcohol-free encounter was from cyprus, whether she did so on the island of crete in her youth. proceeded by the question, "are people from crete called cretans?"

WEDNESDAY
dinner at shakahari, farraday street, carlton to celebrate a friend's birthday. followed by dessert at brunetti across the road, drinking at birra bella which is NOT just around the corner and which another friend and i decided was italian for "beer bitch". shenanigans, misdeeds and further imbibing subsequently took place at a share house in north melbourne.

THURSDAY
day of rest

FRIDAY
received last minute invitation to frolic in the dandenong ranges and take in tea at miss marple's tea house in sassafras. accompanied by anna and catriona who demanded that their anonymity not be respected. probably will be refused entry to that quaint establishment if i ever intend to visit again (altogether due to the tenor of our conversation).
the evening's entertainment was provided by a university club's social function @ strike bowling in the QV centre. it was also nominally a traffic light party although the degree to which this was adhered to was marginal. i wore green cord trousers, and an orange puma long-sleeve tee under a red shirt; i'm versatile! bowled a respectable 122 finishing spare, strike, spare.

SATURDAY & SUNDAY
uneventful weekend of domestic bliss punctuated by an outing to brunswick street for coffee on sunday afternoon.