rainy day in the mountains. Left work early because I couldn't pretend that I was doing anything useful anymore.
Post weekend I have a few general observations to share

newsflash - straight boys in gay bars who try to pick up girls are all gross and barking up the wrong tree. Sorry paul the turf manager whose business card I promptly lost from whence it was tucked in the intimate depths of my atire, it is probably now vodka soaked and trampled and stuck to the bottom of someone's shoe as it deserves to be.

if you ask queeny little hairdressers from brisbane to give you hair advice in Taylors Square at some hour of the morning that people wake up and go jogging at then you deserve whatever you get. As in 'well first I'd wash it'. Oh fuck off, it's product, it's meant to look like that. Truly.

blind dates are not actually dates where you turn up blind drunk, apparently. Not that I did, I was just so hungover I couldn't speak or eat until late in the afternoon. Nice look. Classy.

blind dates that stay the night on the sofa bed because it's a long way back to anywhere - a good idea? Not a good idea? Jury is still out. All the goodness of being seen with bed hair on your way to the bathroom in your 'it's too cold for anything but flanies' saucy ensemble, without any of the warm inner glow of having shagged like bunnies all night. Worst of both worlds? Was that too much information?

friends who come out to the scary eastern suburbs to catch up / donate their sofa beds (miss friday night and mr saturday night) - worth their weight in golden chardonnay. Thanks guys, nice to see you all. Stay tuned for winter magic plans - I've looked into that stall....