So there were no Sunday adventures today – owing partly to hangovers and laziness, and the fact that the first day of winter was so cold I was hesitant to get out of my pyjamas and leave the house.
I did eventually leave, but not to go anywhere new, I just retraced my steps remembering picnics and pub crawls of the past, stopping at the Edinburgh Gardens and the Union Club Hotel. It’s birthday city at the moment (the KRudd cake went down well last night – a slice of Kevin if ever there was one), and the celebratory gatherings have left little time for Sunday adventuring.
First was Sam’s birthday picnic, where I ate way too much and then played with the footy – badly. Sam actually asked if it was the first time I had kicked a football before, it wasn’t, but I just do it so rarely that I’m really quite terrible at it. I’m a bit better with soccer, but Aussie Rules is just a little bit difficult for me . . .
Then I went to Paul’s birthday drinks at the Union. I settled in with a pint of Guinness for a while, until I had to leave because I was getting tired. I came home and had a nap on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep as ‘Big Brother’ rambled on in the background. I think I’ll sleep well tonight – there’s a big week ahead, and any Sunday adventures at the end of it will have to take place interstate as I’ll be in Hobart. There will be more Melbourne adventuring though, maybe we’ll go to the end of the line somewhere – Stony Point, perhaps?
