If you were a tourist, holidaying in this beautiful city (?),would you take a photo of your family in...a FOOD COURT????
I certainly wouldn't. There's better backdrops out there, surely. And if there aren't, what does that say about Sydney?
Perhaps the guy I saw taking the photo in Sydney Central Plaza food court had run out of scenic photo locations. Perhaps he was just trying to use up the last of his film. Perhaps he just likes food courts. I guess that if I was overseas, I would definitely take some photos in supermarkets, which locals might find strange. I love foreign supermarkets. I love strange food items, the likes of which one never sees at home, except perhaps in some fancy supermarket, and then they would be ridiculously expensive. The only place I've been to that vaguely counts as overseas is Auckland, and the supermarkets there were a little exciting, and they weren't even that different from Sydney ones. The most exciting food/drink product was a brand of juice called 'Fresh-up' (pronounced 'Frish-ep', of course) which came in a can like a soft drink. All the flavours were apple-based, which made a nice change from orange varieties. The apple mango was particularly good. I included a can in the 'Strange Foods Hamper' that I brought back for Vanessa.

I got paid $30 today for taste-testing 'Diet Coke With Lime'. It was surprisingly good. Within 30 minutes I invested the cash in a pink dress, which I've just discovered is faulty. I'll just have to live with the flaw, as I bought it from Paddy's Market, and I'd say my chances of getting a refund are close to zero. I'm not particularly fussy about wearing clothes with stains/flaws/hanging threads anyway. I should probably be a bit more fussy, no one likes a grot.

I feel like going out and getting drunk. Ben's asleep, he's no fun.

I'm off to drink scotch and watch Legally Blonde again. I love that movie, as stupid and candy-assed as it is.

After today's spectacular loss on Ebay, what was there to do but go out and buy stuff to ease the pain? Two gingham 1950s shirtwaist dresses, one pink, one turquoise, now never to be mine. I hate to think how high my bidding rival's maximum bid was. Ah well, at least I pushed the price up with my frantic last-minute attempts to beat them. Makes me feel slightly better.

My weekend was so monumentally dull that i think I'll make a short list of exciting things that I DIDN'T do.

1. I did NOT win a rock-and-roll piano playing competition (that's my number one daydream at the moment...like in the Ike and Tina story, where they call different girls from the audience up on the stage to audition when they're looking for a new singer. Needless to say, Tina kicked ass and thus started a beautiful relationship. In my daydream, I overcome my shyness and take to the stage, then proceed to rock everyone's socks off with my red hot rock & roll piano assault)

2. I did NOT leave the house more than about 3 times.

3. I did NOT overspend my three-dollar budget.

4. I did NOT suddenly, inexplicably, wake up with platinum blonde Marilyn hair (if only...)

ok, this is getting stupid now. The possibilities are endless.

In fact, the one vaguely constructive plan that I made was to go the library at uni on Sunday and borrow some books about Stalin. (whoop-di-doo!!) I was ridiculously excited about my trip to the library, mainly because I'd managed to come up with an activity that would kill a few hours without costing anything. Alas, library closed. Drove around a bit with Ben instead. I'm not going to say where we went because it was just too boring.

(Harvey Norman)

That's right, I went to Harvey Norman on a Sunday afternoon. Feel free to boycott this blog now if you like, I would understand completely.