It was our hair dresser friend's birthday. Our dyke friend took it on board to work out where to celebrate. She chose the Grosvenor Hotel in St Kilda. The service was good and the food nice enough from a limited menu. Drinks were expensive and the noise level with a timber floor was quite horrendous. There were only six of us dining. The honoured guest was late, as she always is. I pondered out loud about her finding a parking space. Don't worry, said our dyke friend, she will just park over someone's driveway. She didn't but parked in a residential zone parking and received a ticket. It will be just added to her large collection of parking fines.
Our dyke friend lives in a two bedroom unit down McKinnon way. She works in the city for a large Japanese firm and has done for quite a long time. The firm was restructured and she moved sideways to an area she did not like. In the past she was in a position where she could have made her company a million dollars on trades or just as easily lost a million. She used to talk about bunkers a lot. I never understood it really. It has been clear to us that for sometime she as not been happy at her workplace, nevertheless, she decided she would buy another Melbourne property, something she liked more that where she lives and keep her old place as an investment. She arranged finance and started looking.
Her aunt in Tasmania died and she flew there for the funeral and caught up with friends and family in the north of Tasmanian while we looked after dog Jack. It seems she had an epiphany while there and has decided to ditch her job, her part time girlfriend and her Melbourne life and move back to northern Tasmania. She grew up in the northern Tasmania town that we jokingly refer to as Smiffton (do not ever look at education stats for Tasmania), not far from the amusingly named The Nut. She is not returning there, but to the largest northern Tasmanian city of Launceston. She has applied for a job there and if she doesn't get it, will apply for another. Worst case, she will move to Hobart. She will let out her Melbourne flat.
It nearly became a bit teary as she told us. I lightened the moment by asking, doesn't the large Japanese firm you work for have a tree chopping down office in Launceston? Its controversial subsidiary certainly used to.
I was taken back to the late Dame M's lounge where our dyke friend told us she was moving to Sydney for work reasons and she did and we visited and stayed with her once. Not long after her heart failed and she received a heart transplant. That she is fit, attractive and quite healthy 52 year old woman now is a credit to our public health system and the major reason why I suggest we should all be organ donors. Anyway, we have been through this before when she moved away, the differences being this time we are all a good bit older and we will no longer ever look after dog Jack.
We keep in occasional contact with our dyke friend's ex and I expect we keep in occasional contact with the current dumped girlfriend. Unfortunately the current is a victim of our dyke friend needing to get back to her roots and leaving the highflying executive lifestyle.
I should proof read this, but I don't have time.