Quick jump back to Friday night.
Spring Fashion Week in Melbourne and the Designer Series Show #4 (Alpha 60, Antipod!um, Arnsdorf, Fat, Gary Pigeni, Obus and TV).
I have to say it was kind of disappointing, though I don't know whether to pin it on the clothes coming down the runway or the uncoordinated models wearing them (think of Thunderbirds and that's the kind of walk we were seeing...I don't understand how people find it so hard to walk in low heels).
I think I also lucked out in the ticket department by buying balcony seats instead of ground level but hey, can't win them all.
I did like the set-up of the stage/runway.
It was however quite amusing watching the latecomers argue with the ushers about the lack of seats (thankfully I overheard someone talking about the balcony seating and its first-in-best-dressed seating and grabbed Bec as soon as she found me to get upstairs)...unfortunately for them the show had been overbooked and everyone without a seat had to stand against the wall.
After the show we went on a cocktail hunt, which ended with us at a Mexican place on toorak road for Margaritas and nachos. It probably took us a good hour (maybe more?) to finish it all off...a good effort considering the size of our glasses. The night after that was a somewhat brief, yet entertaining nonetheless, adventure around Melbourne, stopping for more drinks at Bec's apartment and then back in to the city to check out the afterparty for the show (we stayed for five minutes) and then a wander around Sorry Grandma (to watch some guy projectile vomit as he made a dash for the bathroom) I did miss Josh's/any good male friends company with the random guys and their awful awful pick-up lines. Hanging out with a mainly all male group the majority of the time I'm not used to being approached and the whole situation just leaves me feeling awkward and a tiny bit scared...especially when there are short bogans yanking on my hand and not letting go when I'm walking out of a bar so they can talk to me. Not cool...I want my safety net/boyfriend when I go out.
An idea of how big our monster drinks were. They seemed bottomless I swear. Took the wrong lens with me so close up shots that night were almost impossible.
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