Monday, March 10, 2014


When I was young and losing at the popularity contest they call Your School Years, I'd come home crying to my mother about it. Primary school, high school, her response was always the same. She'd either say "If you can count your true friends on one hand, you're doing very well" or "Everybody's friend is nobody's friend". My young mind couldn't comprehend this. Remember how it was? If you were seen alone, that was it: you were a Nigel No-Friends. A thing to be mocked. To have a crowd of acquaintances, even if they talked rotten behind your back, meant you were popular and that you'd succeeded at friendship. Having a "group" to belong to was the be all and end all.

When school was over and I was living in the big wide adult world, my mother's old adages hit home. The key message was about true friends. If I had a couple of those, then I was doing alright indeed. If I had a lot of acquaintances, could I honestly say that I had cultivated any truly meaningful friendships? Truth be told, I don't have a wide social circle. I have a few very incredible quasi sisters scattered around the country whom I don't see all that often but whose presence in my life makes me infinitely luckier than those with a bulging address book. They are the women I can trust with all my secrets; the people I can count on to rejoice at my successes and never judge nor secretly gloat at my misfortunes. One of these friends is D. She's my Sydney sister and she's got my back. In all the eight years I've known her, she's never failed to be honest with me, always with my best interests at heart. She'd let me know if she didn't think the latest squeeze was worth my time, or if the dress I was thinking of wearing was going to make me look as ravishing as another one in my wardrobe might.

This weekend she made the trip down to Sydney to see me. Saturday was International Women's Day so having a weekend with my most empowering and supportive gal pal was a brilliant coincidence indeed. Saturday afternoon started with all the catch-up chatter and unloading you'd expect and, before we knew it, it was time to get a wriggle on. We were off to see Bruno Mars in concert and then see where the night took us. We flicked on the music and poured ourselves a Vodka Cranberry while we dolled ourselves up.

After lashings of Nars "Laguna" and a generous helping of Romantina fragrance, we were ready to party.
^^Can you believe that D is a mother of 2?! Me neither!^^
After the cab dropped us at the Entertainment Centre, we had just enough time to find our seats before it was time to welcome Bruno to the Harbour City. I usually don't normally attend pop concerts. I'm not ashamed to say that this one was worth breaking out of my stupid pretentious bubble for. The highlights:

- Mr Mars isn't just a pop singer. The guy plays the drums, piano, bass and guitar incredibly.
- We danced the whole time. I don't think I've ever been to a concert that has had me out of my seat for so long.
- He sounds uncannily like the late Michael Jackson.
- No girls dancing on stage - well played, Bruno, well played.

When the concert ended, the search for a place to cut some shapes was on. Lockout hour was approaching and we discovered that every decent club had a queue. Joining the line was just not going to happen so we hot footed it to a cafe for dinner. Lets face it: a good night of girl talk is a lot more fun than Leering Luke or Desperate Dave slurring in your ear or accidentally spilling his drink down your arm in a sweaty club.

Feeling somewhat refreshed by Sunday morning, we trudged up to Bondi Junction for a good old fashioned Yum Cha and a spot of shopping. These are only iPhone pictures, but doesn't the food look incredible? It totally was too.

We returned home to watch back to back episodes of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, obviously with frequent pauses to discuss all the important matters, like Mauricio's obvious ogling at Joyce at Kyle's Chamber of Commerce Party and Carlton's many opinions on what is and isn't socially acceptable behaviour. By late Sunday afternoon, it was time to say our goodbyes. Hopefully it won't be long until the next girls night out! My brother is coming up to Sydney very soon and spending time with his fabulous self is basically the same as a GNO anyway ;-)

What did you guys get up to this weekend? Did you do spend some time with your favourite ladies for International Women's Day?

1 comment:

  1. Anna love you are the sweetest, amazing and sexy girlfriend ever! I have super fun time with you as always no matter what we do is always fun and happy, happy time together! Love you and cant wait already to see you! Dxxxxxx


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