As promised, a happier post to follow yesterday’s overflowing glass of dark whine.
So today, on my way to a Very Important Interview, two goliath-sized crows swooped at me, preying on the remains of my superstitious frame of mind. As if I needed another reason to add to my endless list of why Monday Sucks!. The Bird Kingdom, not yet satisfied with its act of unspeakable sadism, then decided to lay at my cracked feet – the mangled remains of a spotted dove.
Needless to say, I shrieked.
And thought, “this day could get no worse”.
Well, I was wrong.
The interview went smoothly, barely creasing my weary nerves. A phone call to my friend Antoine and several missed bus stops later, we found ourselves at the Royal Botanic Gardens, our favourite hangout in all of Sydney.
Located in the heart of Sydney, a short walk away from the Sydney Harbour and the sandstone-clad Art Gallery of NSW , the Botanic Gardens provides a sumptuous flora-ringed respite for the weary tourist, green-thumbed kid, or the ubiquitous Sydney professional. If you are anything like me – lazy, with a keen nose for floral fragrances, then this is the place to be. Access to the Botanic Gardens is free of charge, so rest your weary bones with a clear conscience and spend your spare money instead on a fine dinner or two at night.
So we took a good two or three hours traipsing through the exquisitely-trimmed plots of Aussie foliage, and here are some photographs to show for it*:
Bliss. How I adore days like this.
I believe my friend and I may be the only two people on Earth who can handle one another’s monstrosities. I am brooding, wild, experimental. And he thinks he’s all high-and-mighty, a veritable blue fin tuna in what he perceives as a sea of coarse-grain salt and mediocrity. The world crushes me; he wants to gnash it between his vitriol-soaked fangs. I am mad about everything. And he is repulsed by everything, except me it seems:“if you leave for another year Vicki, I think my heart will be broken”.
Since my wide-eyed freshman year, we have been the unlikeliest of mates, and the most inseparable of people. To you, Antoine, I dedicate this post.
Longue vie à notre amitié!
* ps. more photographs to come, to be accompanied by my recitals of poetry. I have just placed an order on Amazon for a proper USB microphone, so I will no longer have to assume the sitting position of a giraffe just to reach my computer’s internal microphone and to grace it with my voice. Good things to come, stay tuned for more!