We bussed it to Margot's at the
A brief gamble, a viewing of the fire show and tram home via Spencer St, Collins St and St Kilda Rd. There were the usual interesting characters on the tram, so my idea of using PT was good. Step mother commented about the odd people on the trams. From what she said later, she enjoyed it.
Breakfast at Mojitos in Commercial Road Saturday morning, then a bit of shopping and home.
Afternoon, drive to Langwarrin, one of the last bastions of white anglo saxons in Melbourne, via City Link and Monash Freeway. Traffic jam on a Saturday afternoon. Extraordinary. The road works go on and on.
Surprised to see some very non Anglo Saxon types at my nephew's party. He is better than I thought.
It was catered finger food and very nice, although a bit more would have been good. The booze was laid on too. I developed a heat headache and retired to the enclosed front yard deck chair in the shade in a breeze down the side of the house for a Nana nap.
I was astonished at how young people can drink and show no obvious signs.
I was astonished at how young people can listen to such appalling music and so loudly.
I was astonished at how young people can devour food, even down the the lettuce and carrots.
I was astonished at how young people can be so so loud.
I was astonished at how young people can be so kind and thoughtful.
I was astonished at how young people can be such nice people.
I fell in love with a couple of nephew's mates. One in particular picked up what I was about and quite openly paid me attention. It does an old man's heart good. I wish I could show you my photo of him. He was hot as. Of course at my age, I would only want him as a handbag and for interesting young person's conversation.
We left after the tired and emotional speeches, far later than we intended to. Six hours is a long time at a party for someone who doesn't like parties.
Some Chinese takeaway, an early night and delivered step mother to the 9.35 to Moama, all Ctrain, at Southern Cross Station this morning (Sunday).
Dropped off on the way home to South Melbourne Market but failed to spy Tony among the crowd. He was there the day before apparently.
Peace and bliss at home for the rest of the day with no social engagements. Caught up on some taped tv, and then roast pork for dinner. Life can be tiring but sometimes very good.