So yesterday I accomplished responsible, grownup things: opened bank account, bought a phone, applied for tax I.D. number, took a photo for a national I.D. card. After these fun errands I wandered around downtown, and I found a Macpac store. After that I blacked out, and the next thing I remember I was the proud new owner of electric blue merino wool panties.
Later that same evening Tori and I went out for curry night with the usual suspects of 480 Leith St. North: Maria the Portugese pro-surfer, Monika the stylish Slovak, Annie the ginger-Kiwi, Caroline the baby-faced daughter of the Dirty Jers.
Today I ended up at the hippest cafe in town—The Fix. After ordering my long black, I asked if they needed any extra hands behind the counter. As it turns out, they might, so tomorrow morning I'm headed back there to meet with Kev and maybe start my time as a barista sista.
In other news it has been cold as, hence the woolly panties (I think).
No comments:
Post a Comment