Living at the laundromat

19 June 2006 6pm

There's a man staring at me again. I'm beginning to wonder if this is a Melbourne thing, since it's happened here more frequently than in any other place I remember. I'm in the laundromat, yet again, soaking up the atmosphere while my clothes soak up the suds. I was almost out of underwear again, which is generally my cue to go to the laundromat. Some of my clothes were on the 3rd or 4th wear (that's t-shirts - jeans could be on their 3rd or 4th week, who knows?) but the nice thing is, none of them were really smelly at all. You just don't sweat here. Even when I'm dancing I barely seem to break a sweat. Sometimes they smell of smoke if I've been hanging out in too many pubs, but other than that they seem fairly inoffensive. I've also discovered I can easily go 4 or 5 days without washing my hair, a feat never accomplished without significant grief (and oily grossness) in Qld. So anyway, as far as laundry is concerned, life's ok.

As far as socialising is concerned, our lives have been incredible lately. Qld people we've seen in the last month include:

Mia, Luke, Mel K, Mum, Dad, My dog Doc, Belinda, Alan, Kristen, Erin, Joe, Scotty, Keir, Steve, Em, Kate, Paul, Ming, and Aimee (technically from Tassie, but we'll count her). Not a bad effort for a month.

I know I've already mentioned Mia's visit, but I don't think I've really begun to say how much fun we had with her. Luke, Mia and I went on our own funny little winery tour and I took some little shots of us all throwing leaves all over each other.

We also went to a fantastic Greek restaurant named Stalactites, and learnt that apparently vegetarians eat octopus.

"Why is there octopus on the vegetarian platter?"
"Duh, it's not meat, it's seafood..."

We saw our film being screened at the 15/15 film festival (nowhere near as bad as I'd thought - actually the soundtrack really suited at least some of the scenes, although the plot was confusing, I must admit. Damn french films.)

We got frocked up and went to a school, and sat on the floor with the kids to watch the fantastic Mel Adams perform the Magic Flute with Opera Australia's schools company. Mel really does amaze me. I'll be watching her career closely because she rocks (in an operatic sense, if that's possible).

Anyway during Mia's visit, we danced, and laughed, and completely exhausted ourselvess throughout the week(ish) that Mia was here, and it was worth every bit of the crabby, overtired poopiness that followed.

Yes, poopiness is now a word.

Because I said so, all right?

All right.