She wasn't today. Instead she sat in her very dark house, darkened because she cannot bear glare because of her eye disease, with a few minions, her boarder, her tenant and R. Luckily I was at work. Lucky for the brother friends are now overseas. Lucky for the dyke friend and her g/f are in Qld.
I arrived home at a bit after three from work and R called soon after. 'Are you coming down?', he asked. I said no, I am busy, which I was, but I felt bad as I knew R was having a hard and boring time of it. I went down. It was boring.
We ate some food and had one drink and just under two hours was limit.
Dame M did spark a bit. She said for years she went to the Melbourne Cup with a large group. She lived on Punt Road hill then. They would book a table at a hotel where they would eat on the way home (now closed and forgotten the name, Riverside?) then party on at her place and sleep, or pass out, four to each single bed. There was some mad cavorting in black lacy underwear and some rooting around. She said it was the best time of her life and then she made a terrible mistake and got married and the fun ended.
Well, I know for her the fun did not end, but I understand her point. Among the four today, they organised a sweep for the cup and Dame M got 1st, 2nd and 3rd.