I should have known it was going to be good when I got off my train from Richmond at Parliament Station and walked straight onto the train to where I had to go. That's a good omen.
Actually the good omens started Friday night when I bought myself a fat, furry-hooded parka - apparently the last one in store and in my size and on sale. Wheee! I think I've built up some shopping karma after not buying clothes for over a month.
I wore the parka yesterday and today. It was like being swaddled in my doona* out in public. I was toastiness on legs. I love it.
Anyhoo, I had an appointment over the other side of town on Saturday and then came back into the city, where I found myself with a few hours to kill. Rather than testing my shopping karma, I decided to go check out The Independent Type exhibition at the State Library.
To the library...
OK, it's a bit small to read...
After that, I went upstairs to feast my eyes (yet again) on the airy awesomeness of the domed La Trobe reading room (below) and then I had a hot chocolate and a teeny tiny flourless orange cake with zesty icing at Mr Tulk (the cafe at the library named after its first head librarian).
I had to get to my other appointment then but when that was over, I walked home via the Royal Arcade and Lingham Place, which is home to City Dream, the first of 2009 Laneway Commissions art installations. It's pretty cool - at first I couldn't see anything and then suddenly the "electric graffiti" appeared on the dark stone wall. I'm sure people walking past were wondering what I was doing lurking about in a gloomy laneway.
After dinner I had a chat to a friend on the phone (while looking out my window at the occasional bursts of fireworks to celebrate Melbourne Storm scoring in their game at Olympic Park), then I had a long soak in the bath before settling in to watch a bunch of Scrubs episodes from season 8 on DVD. God, I love that show.
I'm just about falling asleep due to a sugar-induced stupor as I write this. I ate many, many sweet things today.
I had afternoon tea at the very posh Windsor Hotel, which is the first event in the week-long Festival of Jayne's Birthday. I prepared myself for afternoon tea by eating nothing all day except two slices of toast for breakfast at 10.00 am and I was still full as a goog (gee, I love that expression) when I left.
There were dainty ribbon sandwiches (some with cucumber, naturally), savoury pastries and scones with jam and cream served to our table on a three-tiered silver platter. Then there was a buffet laden with sweet treats - I had pavlova (not as good as my mum makes), mango cheesecake, a tiny chocolate cake, choc dipped strawberries, pear and almond tart and a tiny lemon meringue pie. I also had two glasses of pink champagne (which went straight to my head). There were crisp linen tablecloths and serviettes, proper silverware and chandeliers overhead.
So, now I can cross "Have afternoon tea at The Windsor Hotel" off my 101/40 list. Yay.
If all wasn't enough sugar (and fat), I went out to a birthday dinner with friends tonight (someone else's birthday) and ate a piece of lemon tart. I'm going to be so caked out by the end of the week...
The rest of the fest
My birthday festival continues on Wednesday when I'm going to Circus Oz. On Thursday (my actual birthday), I'm having lunch with a friend and then dinner with another friend at which I'm going to feast once again on corned beef and mashed spuds (I've been fantasizing about last weekend's meal all week!). And then on Saturday, the Wagons West Birthday Extravaganza Road Trip Down Memory Lane is go! I'm so excited.
PS Something odd has happened to my formatting again but hopefully it will fix itself like it did last time.