It's Friday. Phew. We made it.
My week started rather normally and uneventfully on Monday and then ramped up to become a really, freaking full on bubble of insanity.
But in the midst of the madness there were these shining moments:
On Tuesday night I went to my dancing class. I'm going to be doing this shit in November. Swinging my hips like a boss on stage. I hope.
Wednesday was devoted to a lady dinner, an open fire, important decisions about eyewear and a statement from my unicorn friend Jacqui "I put myself in the front row" that became everyone's motto for, well, life.
The Moth took over my heart on Thursday night. I was reminded of my deep love for the violin and was surprised to learn that Madga Szubanski's dad was a Polish assassin.
Last night I also had a dream where I was in my funny little car with my bestie Little One and it wouldn't start. We were happy though. And there was an item of food but I can't really recall it...
Tonight I went to see Tavi talk at the Melbourne Writers' Festival with galfriends including the mindblowing Bridget and the magnetic Jordan. She was very, very awesome. And by she I mean all three of them.
Tomorrow had better bring it.
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