With friends like that....

I caught up with an old friend (in both senses of the word) for lunch a couple of weeks ago.

We worked together about 15 years ago and still share views on who and what is 'good' and 'bad' in the advertising industry. This always makes for a fun lunch as we revel in the freudenschade of the demise of those we feel deserve it and congratulate ourselves on our judgement when the 'good guys' do well.

Thank god no-one else is there to witness our appalling and blatant judgement!!

We also discuss world issues, politics and, at this particular lunch, the wisdom of investing in renewable energy. This led to the topic of nuclear fusion versus fission.

I sat there patiently while my friend started explaining the difference. Good grief!

Seriously M, I interrupted.
I know the difference. You know, the problem is, you just don't give me ENOUGH credit for being smart.

He looked at me, genuinely taken aback and perplexed and said, slowly (perhaps so he was sure I'd be clear) I don't give you ANY credit.

We're still friends. In fact, I think it's part of his charm!!

The Races

Yes, ladies (and gents!) - we've had that time of the year again - Spring Racing Carnival.

The season of hats, frocks, champagne and shenanigans. (And occasionally a horse race.)

You can tell it's close when the fridge looks like this...

More champagne than food!

When asked what I was wearing, my business partner Mandy would jump in and say A nightie and a Michael Jackson jacket. Not inaccurate, but not exactly talking it up either.

I suffered the usual indignity of the spray tan. God that process is awful! There you are in a paper G-string and shower cap in a black booth that is sadly, so glossy you can see yourself naked from every angle. I swear those girls don't get paid enough.

As has become tradition, we hosted clients on Oaks Day in a car park On The Rails. It was warm - but the rain was torrential. Karma got Mandy for being rude about my outfit - a veritable waterfall spilled from our shelter down the back of her coiffed head and expensive dress - laugh!!! (Well, I was laughing!)

Not us - but this was the day.

Eleanor decided she'd wear my dress on Stakes Day - a couple of days after Oaks. That was all fine until she decided to post a 'Who wore it better?' on Facebook. I did not give that my okay for this!!!

Anyway, I was winning the sympathy vote (and frankly, my shoes were more flattering to the leg!) when she gazumped me with this.

Game over :(