What with my weekends being consumed almost whole by The Boy Factory - as well as the working week - I took the opportunity of a No Soccer weekend to escape back to the Big Smoke. I almost didn't go, what with so many of my lovelies being not there (either long term or just for the weekend) and me being so wrung out and shattered. But the voices in my head that reminded me of my complete lack of work/life balance, and the friends that I rarely see that I still so desperately need... So on Friday afternoon, I packed up Henry with some jeans and my Red Boots, and did the New England highway. Again.
And I am so pleased I did. Pinocchio sushi and The Rege. The Spot for breakfast (though Bistro St Paul, with its pesto eggs and raspberry smoothies and brownie you could wade into is GONE!). A house party in Newton with all manner of faces from Parties Past. Brunch at Barzura overlooking Coogee Beach. A movie at The Ritz. Boozy serious hilarious discussions about The Chaser and the validity of Rape Jokes and other taboo humour. Another morning feast on the North Shore with some more Soon To Be OS kiddies.
I was still on serious martyr duty. Y12 has assessment on Wednesday, and so I was a little attached to email attachments for "miss! help!" duty. Am delighted they are working. Just perhaps a little more independance would be nice...?
While I couldn't see all the people I wanted to, as we are all flung too far apart, it was pretty much the weekend that I needed.
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