Torrential winds were not the only thing I had to fight off last Saturday night, out on the town.
First off, there were the shoes. I love them to bits but their insane incline totally made walking the downhill slope from car to restaurant (BLACK by ezard at The Star) an ankle death wish. All I had to counterbalance the fear of stacking it was my love of geometry, and of course the stacked platforms themselves.
Post Wagyu wonderland, we then set out to distance ourselves as much as possible from being grand-people (young people who act like old people). Having left our precautionary coats at home, the Boy and I braved the chilly evening with every intention of sampling the offerings of the Sydney Festival opening night. Our enthusiasm lasted the whole half hour and 10 kilometre radius we circled trying to find a park. Alas, no such luck.
Finally, we admitted defeated and headed home in time for our nanna naps, which contrary to our young and sprightly intentions, lasted until the morning. So much for being cool kids!