What goes on a buck's night, stays on a buck's night.

I can't remember what I did on Friday night, but heads up for this week - NRL season opener - get in!

Bodhi and I took The Lovely Samantha out to breakfast on Saturday. Annandale's in the midst of a cafe epidemic with several new ones popping up in recent months and I rate them all. Revolver does a brilliant cheese burger (with pickles) and Clover's bircher muesli is the bomb. Cafe brunches are probably the only indulgence I really miss.

In the afternoon I dusted off the camera for the first time in a few weeks (been a bit down about it). A neighbour organising a fund raiser wanted some shots of himself (on piano accordion) and opera singers who will be performing on the night. Lisa is in Baz Luhrmann's Midsummer Night's Dream and WOW! Can she sing! Bloody brilliant! I had to pinch myself to leave.

Saturday night was Cam's buck's party and as the saying goes what goes on a buck's stays on a buck's. Sadly hangovers don't fall into that category and I foolishly brought one home with me after a night of throwing alcoholic caution to the wind.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't raise my head above horizontal for most of Sunday.

see ya,
Minas.