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Okay, so things have changed a bit. Two nights ago I was wondering what I was doing here. Today, I don’t care.
I decided to make the places I wanted to make, the aquarium, the Pompeii exhibit and, last night, Dali at the National Gallery. Beautiful! So many incredible paintings and so many beautiful women…enter Trisha, a sarcastic Asian student from Singapore. Sarcasm? Kind of a weakness of mine. If you know me, you knew.
Trisha wore flats. I mention this because I’ve noticed almost all the women here wear flats. No heels anywhere except last night at the Dali exhibit. There, all the women wore heels, except Trisha. She wore flats. Go figure. Dali, dinner, coffee and good company. She made me laugh. I like laughing. She told me after she had a boyfriend. For that, she paid for her own dinner.
Today, with a bunch of free time and no more sites to see, I made the rounds, hung out with friends and after a meeting in Richmond, asked to be dropped off at my oasis, the cigar lounge I found the other night. I sat there staring at the steeple of St Patrick’s Cathedral considering how incredibly fucking fortunate I am. I mean, I traveled to another hemisphere, another country, another continent and sat on a rooftop smoking a cigar looking at lights. Does it get much better? Maybe a little.
Enter Yvonne, Hannah and Pip, three women asking to join me. Why not? “No, I don’t drink but I don’t mind if you do.” They did. They did a little more, too. Tomorrow, I might join them for a Yvonne’s going away party. My going away party started last night and ends Saturday morning when I leave. Maybe Melbourne’s not so bad after all.
