Summertime… it means beautiful weather, flip flops (or thongs if you’re Aussie), late sunsets, and all-day music festivals. It does not mean roasting a bird in a hot oven on an 83-degree day. My weekend included all of the above, however.
Thursday started with a work party. It had been a while since I had been to one and the photo booth girls were probably missing me, so off I went despite a half-finished report that I needed to present the next day. After a couple of weeks of nose-to-the-grindstone work, I decided to cut myself a bit of a break. I ended up cutting it a little bigger than I planned, and the photos prove it.
After a quiet recovery Friday of stuffing my face with the most ridiculously delicious pizza and pasta combo with Annie at Mad Pizza (WAY better than the Seattle version, FYI), I prepped myself for the epic EDM (electronic dance music, mom & dad) concert known as Stereosonic. I’m not going to claim to be a major fan of the genre, and I really don’t know much about it, but from what I do know I could already tell that this lineup was probably one of the best ones in the world. I mean, I actually knew the last 5 performers on the main stage.
The day started with a little pre-gaming at a friends house, and we made the trek to Centennial Park (home of the Sydney Olympics) to get weird and have fun. Fourteen hours later I was dragging my sweaty and filthy body back onto the train to make my way back to Sydney, exhausted but happy. I could probably get more into this whole EDM thing – what do my Seattle kids have to say about that??
The next day I woke at a shockingly reasonable hour, but lazed in bed for as long as possible before I headed to the market to get all the accouterments for Thanksgiving dinner. Yes, I decided to host Thanksgiving the day after the craziest concert in record. Go hard or go home, right?
So there I was, in a sweltering house, gleefully mashing potatoes, roasting a chicken (yes, we forgot turkeys are always frozen, wahh), and making pumpkin pie. Annie had invited a few of her friends over (I dropped the ball on inviting any of mine with enough notice) and I managed to bond with them by stuffing their faces full of fattening American food. Five bottles of wine and a decimated chicken later, most of us were struggling to keep our heads off the kitchen table. Who says tryptophan is only in turkey?! Since there was no football to watch and I really need to restock on some board games, we sat around the table and made fun of the differences between Aussie and American speech patterns and accents, talked about summer sports like stand-up paddleboarding and surfing, and eventually drifted home to try to catch up on sleep missed over the weekend.
Despite the transition from a day full of summer to a summer day full of autumn, the whole weekend was 100% lovely. New friends, new experiences and feeding people I care about? Pretty much best weekend ever.