Well what a random, bizarre long ANZAC weekend I had. I spent the rest of Sunday meeting friends for a fantastic dinner and drinks night. Let’s face it after that Saturday I needed it. It was an uproarious group of Italians led by my friend Mary. Naturally, I invited my own new Italian friend I met last weekend into the bunch. After a few drinks we found ourselves at a trendy inner city bar I hadn’t been to in years. They were hosting a Prince night. My friend apparently had just an hours sleep the night before after partying on Oxford Street till 6am but my god he could dance all night. Without any music or other people around him. Great addition to the crew.
A bunch of us met up again today for a chill beach session. The wine of course was flowing. I felt it straight away. Because of all the shops being closed I couldn’t buy any food. I haven’t done my grocery in days either. I drank a glass of almond milk for my breakfast/lunch combined meal. Don’t worry, I didn’t just have milk. I also added in a little dollop of honey. That “meal” sustained me until we ate a few hours later in the afternoon. It’s a honey milk diet, hunni.
I was deep in a conversation with one of Mary’s friends I had just met when I found myself biting my tongue. Guys, I think I talk about men and dating way too much! On this blog it’s fine since this is more of a catch up/diary for you to peruse (that and I’d be breaching contracts talking about my projects and work lol so my professional life is out of the question).
In real life, does anyone really want to hear someone bleat out details of their personal life? Mary’s friend – a beautiful girl from the north of Italy – asked me if I was dating, etc. I gave the most diplomatic, generic response to her because I don’t like talking about myself, you know. I’m super modest and very private. Mary’s eyes darted at me and she shut the down real quick haha. We all laughed it off but it got me thinking about how many times I mention the topic of dating. In fact, I was telling Raymond the other night at the party that I hate the fact I sound like a date-crazed man eater!
When did I turn into this person? lol
Love always,
Asher
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