Let's see...since I last wrote, there was some amazing risotto that stuck to my ribs like nobody's business, courtesy of Haydn. He is such a good cook that I have pretty much given up on my own culinary aspirations. I wash a mean batch of dishes, lemme tell you. Oh and I can scoop ice cream like a pro.
Woke up to a beautiful sunny day with lots of construction and hammering next door, so I got up right away and did a quick run over to North Bondi, where you can run up a hill on a golf course on the edge of the world and look over look at the ocean as it goes on forever and ever.
Then there might have been a couple of episodes of Laguna Beach. I am finally in episodes I haven't seen yet and I am as riveted as ever.
I ventured back to the Paddy Market to check out the chatchkes, purses, Australia souvenir beach towels, peasant skirts, and knock-off hand bags. And I found a really cute, girly pair of silver flats. Met up with Haydn at his office and we headed back to Bondi for fancy fish n' chips from a place called Mongers (sorta the fish n chips equivalent of NYC fancy hot dog place F & B). I have a pic from the restaurant included in an attempt to give some glimpses at Aussie fashion. Note: the red jeans and green shoes on the girl with her back to us. And there is another young lady that I really wanted a pic of because she was sporting this airy white sundress with some kind of fur vest. Yikes.
And I have just finished my fancy fish n chips and the chips were super thick wedges and the fish was fresh and lovingly battered without it becoming a little fish to go with your batter. There were some sweet potato chips for garnish, and some of you know how I adore the sweet potatoes in fry or chip form. It was so good, the Simpson's are now on and Haydn is asleep on the couch. But we're venturing out in a bit to see Youth Group at Annandale, an Aussie band I dig very much for their moody and rocking brilliance. They opened up for Death Cab for Cutie in the US, actually.
Have a lovely Friday --