Wednesday, if I can remember back that far lol.
Got into Southern Cross at 10, and found a cafe/bar that was showing the Lions game from the night before. Them beating the Chiefs by a big margin.
Managed to grab half an hour of Phillip Island mate’s time, as he was waiting around for his coach back home to depart. Which was lovely. It’s great meeting genuine people.
Then Geelong cousin showed, and I had fleshed out a kinda sorta plan. Out to Fitzroy, then into the city, then back to her train station. Ding ding! All the tram hopping to start with.
Ah, Fitzroy. Basically the first thing I noticed was Adam Bandt’s electorate office, lol of course it was going to be there. The second thing was a cafe called Stagger Lees, where we killed time waiting for our food choice for lunch to open. It was extremely busy. Cousin said, why is it so busy, don’t these people work? I guess the answer to that would be ah, Fitzroy. Lol.
Then across the road for lunch, at Naked for Satan. The decor is very red. And also very gold. The pintxos, basically a sushi train system with toothpicks instead of bowls, looked very appetising, but also not quite what I was expecting. Then the bartender told us there was an upstairs.
Oh man, that view! Is to die for! And enclosed balcony and industrial strength heaters, and the food was fabbo as well. Popcorn chicken, pork meatballs, lamb ribs. They all hit various hunger spots. And – that view! I could definitely see me lingering over a cocktail or three there if I was a local rather than a tourist.
Wandered down Brunswick Street a couple of blocks, basically people watching, but it was still too early in the afternoon for many of the bars to be open. So hopped on a tram back into the city and it was to the State Library. Which I had walked outside of heaps on previous trips, but never been inside. And it’s absolutely stunning. Dat reading room lol. And again, if I wasn’t touristing and instead localling, I would have lingered. Four or five stacks of shelves on chess alone.
Across the laneway to Father’s Office, which advertises itself as a speakeasy. But it’s bright and airy, with a huge window out to the balcony. And goes upstairs. My idea of a speakeasy is downstairs and dim and dull. But once that first impression was out of the way, another dat view reaction. Over Swanston Street, the autumn and winter trees, the tramlines, the skyscrapers. It was a little bit special.
Chicken wings were superb. Sauce flavoursome and all over my fingers. And that whole sixties Motown music soundtrack, which always makes me think I want to take my parents to the place hahaha. All those weekends brainwashed with Classic Hits.
Oh, and the Socialist Alliance had their tent there. The State Library, not the bar. Petition of the week was to rename Margaret Court Arena for her anti gay comments. Signed sealed delivered indeed.
Dropped cousin at Southern Cross for the trip back to south west, posted more postcards – you know, post boxes are like hens teeth in the CBD here. Friend said later it was likely because all the city businesses use couriers or email instead of post. Whatever the reason, I had to go to the GPO – the actual GPO, not the historic building that is now an H+M. Same same as Perth, actually.
And waited around to see whether other friends would text to catch up in the arvo. Killed time at the Whisky Den, a micro bar, all of twelve square metres, two thirds a front bar, the rest a really small room. Was cute, but I had thought it was going to be larger. Gave the bartender a price point, and he gave me something Scottish, but I should have taken a pic of the label, because no way do I remember it now. Cute.
Bought more postcards, than a train out to suburban home base. I wasn’t going to watch the state of origin, and told the bestie that. My heart couldn’t take another Queensland loss, let alone the flogging the Blues gave us in game one. Bestie then thought it was hilarious that I watched the last twenty five minutes. After explicitly saying that there was no way league would be on her TV.
Such a rebel, me.