There’s no place like it.
A little strange to be home and have nowhere to live, home without a home. Like stepping into a Bizzaro world, Melbourne is familiar, but changed. Absence makes seeing the city a little out of focus, like walking down a familiar street and seeing it in three different time angles.
Our timing couldn’t have been better, It’s was like our friends and family were coming out of hibernation. Stories of a harsh winter, “the coldest darkest one in years!” were told over and over and the celebration of the sun finally turning up coincided with our arrival. Beers in the Edinburgh gardens set the scene for soaking up all the love of missing beautiful friends for so long. The Melbourne Arts festival also welcomed the sun and we soon jumped in on that band wagon. Blue Dragon theatre with projected mechanic layers, Music Box sculpture of grand pianos, hard rubbish and branches, an Adaptation to Distortion in optical dance illusions and Michelle’s installation made of maze-like paper alleys that crunch and smell of coffee.
BorDrums blew my mind and body with 10 drum kits at midnight @ 10-10-10. uncontrollable movement to crazy beats and chanting. Looks shared with Nikiki and Brad , a symbiotic love of the moment.
Reunions with family made us realise how mooshy and sentimental we are, I can’t belive it’s been this long. Enjoyed with laughter on grassy knolls, games of celebrity heads, stories of sepia days and heaps of amazing food. Silent thoughts and soft smiles soaked in the atmosphere of peace as we visited our angel mothers & Nanna Joan.
Soon a strong need to put down our bags for a bit and not have to worry about where we will be staying that night ( god bless our loved ones for their hospitality ) We were made an offer by Mercedes and Louise to come and be adopted housemates. Yay, space to call our own! We joined the Ivanhoe posse that included the beautiful daughters of Louise, the ever beautiful Freyja who is now a giant 8 and the new arrival of Ayla 9 months. A house full of Fusion eatery and a menagerie of parties, we celebrated parsley parties, breakfast parties, cake parties, crawling parties and often fashioned things from costumes to garden crowns.
Roller skates were a reoccurring theme, Nikiki haggled me into an enjoyable evening rolling rings around the Caribbean Rink. A place straight from your childhood memories, with disco ball to boot. Other adventures with Juniper through the streets and tunnels of the city ended with uncontrollable giggling from her as Nik rolled them through the air at the museum.
Our fashioning skills came in particularly handy when we were caught out without a costume for Halloween. Lucky Rosie came through with face paint and some masking tape. Merc had the scariest costume of them all, fashioning herself something even the most tough skinned hipster was offended by…. Pregnant Drinkin’ Smokin’ Bogan!
A night of tricks and treats, the art of celebration was once more reenacted in dedication to the inhabitants of All Hallows Eve. As the representative of Death, a monument was constructed in the wee hours before dawn. A sleeping soul being the catalyst for one of my favorite games “Drunkin’ Jenga!” delicately placing the remnants of the party, carefull to not disturb the demon from snoring. The glorious moment of its completion was accompanied with bubbles and acro balance. Before the whole thing came crashing down with the sound of confused awakening.
The festivities continued with all the Scorpio and Sagittarius births, cocktails being the elixir of choice. With the brief tour of Tom Bass returned from LA bursting into a 3 night reunion of debaucherous adventures
A taste of homework to come was sweated over for Interviews made up of excited nerves. A winding down afterwards was, you guessed it, celebrated (woooo) with a musing at the opening of the Art Grad shows from prospective schools.
Time slips past, and we prepare ourselves for Big Tom’s wedding. To hit the air once again and travel to the wilds of New Zealand. The last weekend of this in between sojourn called for one last hurrah and the event of The Victorian Roller Derby Finals was the perfect occasion. With Freyja being an aspiring derby fan we took her along to see her first game. Lots of screaming ensued and our team, The Toxic Avengers, won the final show down after a brutal skirmish with the Dolls. Much dancing in the rain commenced at the after party. Boisterous and ecstatic the night ended with more goodbyes. For now.