Work has been crazy busy for the past few weeks. Luckily, I have such a view as the one above to help me clear my head, de-stress and just enjoy the City views. And lately, I’ve been feeling a stronger sense of affinity for this adopted home of mine. I suppose it was only natural because afterall, we have lived here for over a year now. As much as we miss Columbia, Missouri the homesickness is starting to wear off and we are becoming more and more enamored by the River City. I mean, how could you not? There’s always something to see and do around the City. In fact, most weekends it’s a struggle to commit to one thing. It’s a great problem to have and I’m glad we have it. Then there’s the mighty Brisbane River. It honestly adds so much character to the City, without it I don’t think Brisbane would be so enchanting and inviting. It’ll be just yet another concrete jungle. Thankfully, that is not the case.
So here’s to lunch time walks around the Botanic Gardens and around the cliffs overlooking Kangaroo Point. May it be a long winter this year so we can savor the low humidity and mild temperatures.
My husband and I are always up for something new. We’ll try anything at least once. So when the opportunity to participate in a Murder Mystery Night came along, we signed right up.
Despite the evening occurring during one heck of a week for us at work, we still made the effort to don our Roaring 20s costumes and soldiered on to The Ship Inn for a night of murder and mystery. Don’t tell anyone but I made an 11th hour dash to the mall to gather up most of my costume. I had the dress worked out. But as every girl knows, it’s all about the accessories. I brought out my finest pearls, mad dash to the store to find a headdress (it’s really a cheap gold headband) and of course, fishnet stockings to round things off. Smoky eye and super red lips and viola, Kitty Cocktail at your service. Meanwhile, my dashing husband just had to wear his suit and buy a $3 gun from The Reject Shop. Oh, and he dusted off his Michael Jackson hat from New Year’s Eve 2014 and he was transformed into Mugsy Malone.
We didn’t end up being the murderer (it was the Police Chief, of all people!) and I came away with one thing from the entire evening: I am not much of a role player. There were plenty of people there who were putting on accents, acting like their characters and getting right into it. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t. I kinda got stage fright and honestly, barely really knew my character’s background. Thankfully, I was a minor character and didn’t really factor into the storyline very much. Regardless, fun was had by all and it was an interesting evening. We would certainly do it again!
The Story Bridge on its 75th Birthday
I keep saying that I want to blog more. Honestly, I really do. I have nothing but good intentions about blogging. Almost everyday, the idea of writing a blog post crosses my mind. But for whatever reason, the actual writing part never really gets put into action. I attribute it to laziness and the thinking that what I blog about it not going to be of interest to anyone else. But then it dawned on me that I actually started this blog for my own sanity and as an outlet for my thoughts, share my everyday life (to those willing to read about it) and just as something to read through whenever I want to go down memory lane. I have been blogging since my late teens (hello, Geocities!) and have even continuously kept a private Livejournal account since the early 2000s. Blogging allows me to tell a story for the sake of keeping my stories alive. I like that idea.
So in the spirit for sharing stories, here’s what from a couple of weeks back:
On the weekend of the 4th of July we, along with more than 60,000 of our fellow Brisbanites, ventured/sardined ourselves on to the Story Bridge for its 75th Birthday Celebration. We managed to score a number of tickets which we then shared with our friends. I don’t know what we were on thinking that the would be able to meet up with our friends once on the bridge. Yeah, that didn’t quite happen because it was bumper to bumper once we got there. The lines went as far as the eyes can see (it took 30 minutes to get onto the Bridge) and then once on it, we were getting intimate with one another in a non-sexual but more on a I’m-so-glad-you-showered kind of way. I’m not going to lie, for a brief minute I was scared that had an emergency occurred on the Bridge, we would have been in deep trouble. But then I saw free Story Bridge cake.
We were given an hour and a half to celebrate on the Bridge and it took us that entire time to not only get on the Bridge (30 minutes gone) and then the other hour to walk the length of it. We stopped at one stall to get some mediocre food (it was a wrap of some sort from a stall I don’t care to remember), stopped for aforementioned free cake (thanks, Michel’s!) and then took the time to take photo ops midway through our trek (it’s not everyday that you get to walk on the Story Bridge afterall).
I know that a lot of criticism has been directed towards to the Brisbane City Council with regards to the safety concerns and the crazy amount of people they let on the Bridge. I concur and it doesn’t take a genius to acknowledge that it could have been better handled. But in saying that, we made the most of our hour on the Bridge and considered ourselves lucky that we scored such elusive tickets.
Come its 100th Birthday we will look back on this day and reminisce about the 90 minutes we spent on the Story Bridge.
Life is short. My greatest fear is I didn’t live it enough. I didn’t say “I love you” to everyone I should have said those words to. That I let the small things annoy me, forgetting that there are bigger and better things to exert my energy on. Will I regret the moments I missed? The words I said? The opportunities I let pass?
Life is short.
What’s one of the best things about my husband, you ask? Well, it’s his willingness to laugh at anything and everything that is even mildly funny. I love, love, love that about him. He has a wicked sense of humor. Not that his crude about his humor, he just manages to find the funny in things. I adore that about him. He doesn’t take life too seriously, he’s always up for a good pun-off and he is the coolest dork this side of the
Mississippi Brisbane River. He’s the entire (funny man) package.
Now that I’ve gushed about him, why don’t you take a minute and appreciate the moustache-shaped sweet potato that I found during a recent grocery trip. I had no idea I had picked up this gem, but in true Zach fashion he noticed it immediately when he pulled it out of the shopping bag. He didn’t have the heart to cook and eat it, so instead we did a little photo shoot with it. I just love that he’s game enough to be a part of my silliness. It makes for a fun and unpredictable life. That’s the way I like it.
I give you permission to laugh. Go on.
I’m alive. I’m well. I even made cookies today. Yes, cookies. Sugar cookies to be precise. Because really, I don’t have enough half-finished hobbies. I figured, adding one more would be just perfect. Variety is the spice of life afterall. So they say.
As I type these words, two rolled out doughs are in the refrigerator chilling out waiting to be cut out into the shapes above. Considering I spent a small fortune on cookie cutters yesterday I want to make the most of them. Besides, my husband wants me to make a T-Rex riding a bicycle, because he’s goofy like that.
I’ll be sure to post photos of the finished products. I predict that my biggest problem will be in not being so heavy-handed with the royal icing.