trouble is brewing
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Jo and I have crashed at her friend's place, here in Melbourne. Sara shared Emma's hotel room, last night, in the city. I went out for a wander to try to burn off my headache. Couldn't find anywhere that had soya milk for my coffee - shoulda had an espresso. Settled for some Florentines and gave Jo the non-soy flat white I was handed.
The two of us went rollerblading again (Sara and Emma were still zonked, downtown). We returned to the place where we'd rented the blade the night before, and headed to the formula 1 track. Jo taught me a lot of the basics I hadn't attempted the night before. Lucky Melbournites get to learn to rollerblade on a pristine formula-1 pit stop! We took photos of one another, and completed the circuit.
We rounded out the day with Sara and Emma. We headed to the Bridge Road area, and the girls shopped. We returned to the hotel for a while, and I did some work on my novel.
For dinner we went out for Chinese with Emma's friend Pria. From there we went to a multi-chromatic outfit to start the night's festivities. Somewhere around noon, I left, feeling somewhat of a fifth wheel with the girls. I returned to the hotel and passed out.
I have this strange sense that the 'postponement' of the wedding is something else. Sara feels different, now.