White Night

White night.

So I took the train with Vic and Viv. First time I had seen them in like 2 months. It was pretty fun just catching up and chatting with old friends. I miss the ease that comes with spending time with people that I've seen practically everyday for almost 6 years straight.

Dinner at Burma Lane. I must admit, although my noodles were pretty darn tasty, the stolen bite of Viv's Coffee and Ginger Cheesecake with coconut thingos, burnt white chocolate and ice cream was the highlight.

Bobbed, danced and appreciated the jazz band on Bourke Street. The guy playing the massive brass instrument (like a tuba but bigger) was cute (not cute guy cute but quirky cute). He was swaying to the beat. Haha.

Queued up for an hour for a wooden cube that had on it, information transmitted through a satellite from the planet Chehehe. LOL. Mine was bluee and having it supposedly enhances your creativity. Ha.

Slipped into the ocean of people on Swanston street. Stopped to watch street performers. A guy with a painted black&white face dancing with metal circles and a crystal ball. Some dude played a harmonica and guitar whilst tapping a beat with his feet/ beating a drum and cymbals. How does one have so much coordination?!

Belted out OHHH WE'RE HALFWAY THERE. WOAAAH OH LIVING ON A PRAYER with the crowd as a spread-out line of oddly dressed people carried boom boxes playing Bon Jovi.

Stepped into the theatre with a heartbeat thumping throughout the hall. (slightly nauseating actually)

Saw lights that coloured Flinders Street Station.

Met up with Vicky's friend's friends. A bunch of Melbourne Grammar School boys I think? I really do like meeting new people. Trying to suss out a stranger's stories and judge what their personality might be like. The guy I was talking to, Jimmy, did English Lit and Philosophy. He must be deep. BAHAH. Okay. Big assumption. But eh, he was friendly enough.

Night brings a different tinge to the air. It holds a certain excitement and mystery that I miss out on because the yawns and tired eyes call me to home and to bed. Dang.

Next time I shall last longer. Getting home at 2am ish is far too early. :P
Me.