I was talking to Caz about St Kilda the other day. I asked her to describe what it was like, since I only remember driving through the area.
Caz: It’s a real yuppie area. Filled with weirdos.
Jen: Hmm. Doesn’t sound that great then.
Caz: Not weirdos weirdos. Just weird people.
Jen: Explain weird people.
Caz: You know – they wear weird clothes and listen to weird music and watch weird movies I haven’t heard of.
Jen: What – you mean like arty types?
Caz: Yeah.. Arty farty weirdos.
Jen: But I’m kinda like that.
Caz: Yeah… you’d fit right in.
I still haven’t made up my mind about whether I should be insulted or flattered.
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Bianca took me there last night and I had a whale of a time catching up with her. We went to a little cafe for hot chocolate and affogato and then went off to The Espy to listen to some live music.
Before I dropped her home, we sat in the car and listened to some music.
You know you’re good friends when you sit there in the dark listening to music, not saying a word to each other.