The Last Party

We had the rest of Guido’s crystals to do.

And a good time was had by all.

He, he. 

Big smile.

Not sure how I feel, which is always a good sign.

Big old gold Lincoln in the CBD

Lunch Date

I'm off to have lunch with Sam in the city. I didn't seem him last night, it was one of the nights he spent at his place. So, I'm off to have lunch with him, so I don't miss him too much. Lovely, isn't it.

I think we are eating Korean. Yum.

Changing Weather

What a change in weather. One day it is hot, hot, hot, the next day it is humid and overcast. I'm sure it is messing up my moods, has to be. I'm sure it is detracting from my holidays, bound to be. My holidays? Do you like that? Sam asks me when I'm not on holidays, if I ever mention that to him. Ha, ha. Usually, accompanied by "that" look. Tilt of the head, raise of the eyebrows, mouth pursed just so.

And The Sunset In The Dog Park Was Glorious

A lovely sunset over Richmond

It Was A Glorious Day

Ah... look at that blue sky

It was a glorious day, sparkling, shiny and I had nothing in particular to do. The sky was blue, radiant, glorious. So I headed out with my camera. I had lunch in Carlton and ended up lying in the park in Lygon street, falling asleep for a while, staring up at the blue sky. Lovely, really... well, so Sam said, you know, those of us being stuck in the office all day.

Architectural vandalism of the 1960s, when govt policy goes wrong

Russian dolls anyone?

Symmetry under a blue, blue sky 

Soaring to new heights

Symmetry everywhere. (Damn that bike rider for ruining my shot)

A moment of tranquility amongst colours that are fabulous, blues and greens

So many years of friendship
"I love you, mate."
"I love you too."
"What would I have done without you in my life?"
"What?"
"I don't know, that is what I am telling you?"
"Good thing you never had to find out."
"Good thing."

Conservative voters amongst us would believe that tree is taller than the building

A sexy red Holden Station wagon

A better comment on modern society there is not

Iconic (don't you just hate that over used word) Fitzroy

Anthony in ICU

Anthony ended up in ICU in an induced coma in a bigger hospital due to the pain he was in. That was last Thursday, the day after I saw him. It was hardly surprising to me, even if it was a little shocking to hear, as he'd been in great pain when I had seen him and he hadn't looked really good. I was about to go and visit him with Sam when Mark called.

Of course, there was a flurry of messages backwards and forwards. How could this happen? Everyone was really worried. Please, please be okay.

Apparently, he has just been bought out of it today and is conscience for the first time since last week.

He had a tube in every orifice, which are slowly being removed. IV drip, catheter, nasal feed tube, the works.

I spoke to him today. 
"Well, haven't you got yourself some attention?"
"Haven't I?"
"Look at me, look at me."
"Like the best of them."
"Are you feeling better?"
"Much."
"Do you know what day it is?"
"No idea."
"It must be lovely?"
"Like a clam."
"Or a plate of them?"
"Indeed."

He says he has to watch his diet.

"So, it is tofu and mountain water from her on out."

"Sadly, yes," he agreed.

Of course, I was meaning that the alcohol will have to stop. No more pissed before lunch.
I guess he knew what I meant.

"When do you get out?"
"I have no idea. I don't even know what day it is, remember?"

I love the blond gay guy, he's awesome