Last night, Leah, Chris, Jo and I frequented some of the hottest joints in town, cause let's face it, we're totally hip dude. After preliminary drinks at the Macquarie Hotel - fine, not so hip, but hello, cheap drinks, and three vodka's later i was pretty darn happy about that - we toddled over to the Victoria Rooms in Darlinghurst, my favourite place for cocktails in all of Sydney, where i indulged in a Honey Bee (for those who haven't tried one - run, don't walk. They're delicious.) We discussed the finer points of the Victoria Rooms decor - English Colonial, we all agreed, like something out of Casablanca. Speaking of which, Casablanca was playing on TCM on Thursday night, and by chance we all happened to watch it - eerie, no??? Bah, maybe not. Great movie though, still one of my favourites.
But back to Friday, after cocktails we were suitably tipsy, but had a dinner reservation at A Tavola (which recently received one chef's hat i think, and thus has shot to fame very quickly and thus now requires reservations). But well worth it, because the pasta was delicious - they specialise in making pasta dishes, because they make it fresh in house, and LORDY was it good. Leah and I had a marvellous time quoting Home Alone for at least an hour over dinner - I'm talking the entire movie here, and we thought ourselves terribly clever and funny, but alas, I'm told the other patrons didn't find it as amusing as we did. In our opinion it IS one of the greatest movies of all time - one we'll probably be forcing on our own children for sure. I think i actually heard Leah say if her kids couldn't quote it on command, they'd be disowned. I tend to agree.
On a Friday night in town, you often see strange things - but on our walk back to the car, Leah and I were in hysterics because we came upon a perfectly formed slice of pizza lying on the ground - with a fake moustache on it. As you do. Now i know that when you've had a few to drink, things seem much funnier that they actually are, and to be fair, this is probably one of those time - but let me tell you, in that moment there was nothing more hilarious in the world. "His name is Luigi, Luigi the Pizza Slice!" Leah screeched, which set us off even more, and 24 hours later we're still finding the whole thing incredibly amusing. I'm sure we'll think fondly on Luigi from time to time for the rest of our lives.
This morning, we met up with Faatasi and Kat for brunch at the Danks St Depot, where they have this amazing thing called bacon hash, which i believe is basically deep fried bacon chunks, which sound gross but totally aren't. Faats will back me up here. They were so good. They also have bowls of coffee, which i loved. Not your regular cup - literally a bowl of coffee. If you're a caffeine addict like myself, you can imagine how impressed i was by this novel idea.
All manner of topics were covered, including the latest in Project Runway gossip, the merits of Twitter (I'm still being pressured by those two to join up...we'd be the unholy trio, says Kat, but i don't know...can i commit to another form of social media? Do people really care what I'm thinking every hour of the day? Isn't this blog presumptuous enough?), and whether or not i should get an iPhone - Kat and Faats say yes, but they are devoted iPhone users, so can i trust them to be objective? Admittedly i was seduced by the applications Faatasi showed me... i can so see myself going down that road.
Here are some pics from brunch -
My bowl of coffee
Faatasi, me, Kat - and coffee
Who's ya daddy?
Faats and Jo lovin' it up
It's nearly one in the morning now, and Jo is on a high because the All Blacks won the second Bledisloe Cup match, which means they've retained the cup. Fair enough too. Plenty more to talk about, but I'll leave it till tomorrow.
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