Fly, fly, social butterfly!
The Snook and I have been uncharacteristically busy this weekend. Friday night we met up with Kristen and Mark on the Australian leg of their round-the-world tour at my favorite restaurant. A good time was had by all. That accounts for the first picture below. (Please disregard my crazy hair though. We were on Darling Harbour and it was being whipped in front of my eyes. It’s not normally that messy.) Saturday we headed into the suburbs for the wedding of my coworker Martin and his fiancee Mimi. They’re Korean-Australian Catholics and we were among maybe a dozen non-Koreans at the ceremony (out of about 300). The whole mass was conducted in Korean. We didn’t understand a word. The food at the reception was fantastic though and I loved the traditional Korean dress Mimi changed into afterwards. (She promised to hook me up with one if/when I ever get married!) Thus the second two pictures, which show the happy couple along with the Snook and me. Afterwards we headed home for more socializing and recuperating before yet another engagement tomorrow…

Sidenote for my sister, who cares about such things: Yeah, that’s a new dress. I just got it a couple days ago marked down from $90 to $40. It’s sorta silky see-through black with a shiny lining underneath, and the top is V-neck with a few sequins. It reaches about to my knees and then has an asymmetrical ruffly hem. (I know; I normally hate diagonal hems. But this one looked good on me, I swear!) The problem was the skinny spaghetti straps, and the fact that the dress had sort of a high, squarish racer back. I realized right away that I couldn’t wear a normal bra with it, so I went into the city yesterday for a strapless. I was actually surprised how comfy the strapless was (considering the weight of my boobage). It held up really well. It was only at the end of the reception, when I went to the bathroom and adjusted myself, that I realized how tightly it was digging into my ribs. But otherwise it worked well and made the dress look a lot better. Unfortunately it was cut a bit lower than stuff I normally wear, so I was constantly nervous and I made Rodd be on Bra Guard to make sure nothing showed. And yeah, before you mention it, I really need to get my hair dyed… Those roots are pretty shocking.