Weekend recap time!
It was a pretty stinking hot weekend here in Sydney this past weekend. Saturday in particular was oppressively hot. After being weighed and processed at Fat Fighters* early on Saturday morning (2Kg down so far, take that love handles!) I spent the rest of the day with my friend Judy helping her plan, pattern and fit an Italian Renaissance gown for herself.
If you've read this blog for a while, and especially if you've read my 100 Things post, you might know that I'm a man who knows his way around a sewing machine. I trained as a milliner and have done lots of costuming work for myself and others in the past. I'm also a top class embroiderer.
Despite that, I'm quite the butchness, yo. :-)
Anyhoo, so Saturday was productive and I fitted a mock up of the bodice on Judy and we planned out the rest of her costume. By late afternoon the heat was too much so I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in my little house forming a loving bond with my airconditioner and DVD player. This is a relationship made to last.
Sunday I had an invite to a birthday party for my friend Andrew at his home at Blackheath, in the Blue Mountains. Andrew attends the same Buddhist centre I do, and purely by coincidemce is also the graphic designer for the publication that my work produces each year. A friend of Andrew's, Mark, kindly picked myself and another friend up and gave us a lift to Blacheath, about an hour and a half out of Sydney. It was a lovely afternoon of eating Andrew's delicious food (don't tell Fat Fighters) and meeting new people, and we headed back to Sydney in the late afternoon.
Yesterday was also Fair Day, one of the events that celebrates the start of the Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras season. I missed it because I was up in the mountains, but I decided to swing by The Newtown Hotel to see if Brendan and the A List Gays were having our usual Sunday late afternoon drinkie poos. Given that Fair Day is just up the road from my neighbourhood, The Newtown looked like every single 'mo in Sydney was in there. It was wall to wall beef. If the boys were there I couldn't find them, so I headed home and hung out with Bodhi for a while, watched some of the Winter Olympics, and then went to bed early, being able to look back over the weekend and say "we all had a lovely time".
* Of course I jest, this is the real Fat Fighters.