Old(er).

Yesterday, I went out and had a fancy lunch. It was a restaurant reviewed by Matt Preston, had fancy decor, and of which I was definitely underdressed. Wouldn't be my choice, but with getting old(er) comes having friends that eat at expensive places and drink wine for lunch. The food was good though.

Then I went to work. It was a Saturday afternoon and I generally don't believe in working on Saturdays, and certainly not on Sundays, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Getting old(er).

Looking good, mate.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/08/15/pretty-people-more-selfish_n_927732.html

When I grow up, I want to be...

I have a friend who's a radio DJ. And she's doing well. It's cool. Proud of her. Remembering a few years back when we were discussing our careers. I pretty much took the approach of taking the first job I got, and was likely going to stay there unless something drastic happened. She looked around and looked for lots of different opportunities.

Good to look back at how far we've come I guess.

A bit of reflection on before. Sometimes. Not excessively.

August 14, 2011.

And... apparently she knows you too.

I can keep a straight face, I have practiced a lot at work, where I pretend I know what people are talking about.

And... so I do.

I listen to what she has to say about you. I choose not to laugh out loud at some of the things she says. I choose to keep all the details inside my head.

Next time I might not be so nice.

August 13, 2011.

I was supposed to go bushwalking today.

Instead, I went and spontaneously spent $1000.

Hurting.