Changed da house,
Changed da look.
BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...
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Monday, October 31, 2005
~ Surveying the land ~
I've been singing and dancing a lot today. Tony's quite amused. It's been absolutely gorgeous weather - hot and muggy, almost like Singapore. I know you guys are sweltering under the oppressive humidity but let me assure you that cold, dry weather for long stretches can be a downer too.
My hair feels black and glossy and worthy of Vidal Sassoon ads.
Daylight savings started again, which means it will take me a week to readjust my body clock. I managed to get off work early today as Tony and I needed to sort out the house loan with the bank. Not even Bonnie the Banker's blatant let's-talk-to-the-husband-because-the-wife's-a-bit-vague stunt dampen the glorious mood I was in. We left the bank at ten past 4 in the afternoon and decided it was too lovely an afternoon to spend driving back to the house and staying indoors.
We decided to suss out the new neighbourhood in search of a pool table.
That quest was a bit disappointing (couple of man-chimneys smoking up a storm over a stubbie, while cueing up and leering). We ended up having a stroll about, finishing with coffee at Gloria Jean's.
Gungahlin is the new Nappyville. Lots of cafes for latte-sipping yuppydom in its full glory. Lots of wailing children and couples our age. Lots of trendywear shops for corporate mamas and papas. We even strolled past a barbershop for kids, where 2 toddlers sat placidly in their kiddyride machine lookalike chairs, eyes firmly glued to the video game set on Demonstration as the hairdresser snipped away. The lucky mother was probably at Big W shopping, or checking out the Fernwood gym deals upstairs.
Tony half smirked. I positively beamed. At last, a bit of city life at my doorstep. A bit of ludicrous yuppydom within arm's length. A bit of recognisable home.
We spent the last half an hour sipping iced coffee and people-watching, just like what I used to do in the old days. Tony's a natural; he's observant and equipped. His Top Gun shades, cool demeanour and steely gaze are perfect for quiet commentary laced with sardonic humour. He painted a wonderful caricature behind me; a bloke's bloke looking painfully bored as his blonde date, decked in a zebra-print trenchcoat and knee high white patent leather boots, launched into a girly chitchat on her mobile for the third time in five minutes. When they walked past us on their exit, I noted the skinniest stilettos I've ever seen.
I hope, said I to Tony, that they live around here. They make such interesting subjects for people watching.
Yes, it was a beautiful day.
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