Wednesday, April 23, 2008

a nice, warm house.



"Amy! You came as Aladdin! Oh, no. You came as Mickey Mouse...no way!"

Peche and I now have a house as warm as Mid-March night. Too exciting if you ask me. But what is more exciting is the fact we discovered we live in the best club venue in Sydney. We live across from a drive-thru Liquor store, close to public transport, 50m from Oporto and about 100m from a Caltex. We have everything covered.

Also discovered on this balmy evening was the following: No one will follow your Disney dress code, so you will look like Duchess the cat for no reason. Andrew will convince you he is the secret-lover of your best mates mum. Brodi will steal Daisy away and try corrupt her sweet mind. Amy will lead you down the trail of alcohol abuse. Clancy will convince you to try electric blue sequinned minis again. If you crank Soulja Boy and then stick your head out of a second story window, you will know the person standing on the footpath rolling their eyes. If you plan to see the end of the fashion show at Candys, you will miss it. And finally, whatever measures you take your night will end up with you standing outside Arq whilst Amy goes in to use the toilet.

And Peche, you learn she is your better half.

Me: Leotard, Bloch. Dress, Country Road. Tights, Jonothon Aston. Flats, Zara. Bow tie, Peches drawer of magic. Hat, vintage.
Peche: Tee, vintage Mickey Mouse. Skirt, Blessd Are The Meek. Cardigan, vintage. Tight, Jonothon Aston. Brogues, Mollini.

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