14.4.2012 Picnic at Botanic Park.
I love these guys. And picnics and cheese and bread and dips and pastries. And sunlight.
And laughter.
My life is excellent in ways that make me want to slap my own face sometimes.
05.1.2012 Inked
Finally, finally, finally got my arm did. The artist Matt was lovely and did an AMAZING job of turning my couch cushion into a tat. I LOVE IT.
03.1.2012 I can still play in sprinklers
On the stroke of midnight, no less.
I do dig parts of Summer, in particular the heady feeling of possibility that thickens the air at night and seems to make everything seem to be a lovely slow motion replay of the time of your life.
Optional Extra: A walk through Norwood on a Summers night
We’ve dropped in on our mate Cath and are meandering serenely back to Caz’s, it’s near midnight and the day has finally eased into a mellow, breezy calm, and the first time I’ve comfortably been outside for two days. We laugh loudly, forgetting the time. I take off my shoes as we traverse the Osmond Terrace island, feeling each step spring pleasantly on the thick green.
We walk through the statue, a series of metallic rings of differing sizes, realising as we get close that each is lit up with people’s stories. They are sweet and short and lovely and I feel a warmth for my city as we walk the streets while the wind is soft and the sidewalks don’t matter.
02.1.2012 Beers ‘n’ Pizza
Best friend, James Squire Golden Ale, pizza, verandah, balmy night and finally, a cool breeze.