Melbourne.

I have a love/hate affair with Melbourne. I love parts of it – Fed Square, the library, the museum, but I hate the streets of it. I think that’s just my thing about crowds really.  Comfest? Love. Food and Wine Festival? Hate. I went in to the city today.

It’s about an hour on the train to get to the city loop, which isn’t too awful, but can get boring on the way back when you’re really just gagging to get home. I went in to visit Borders, which is nicely located about 30 seconds walk from the train platform. The trip in was mostly normal. There were some early football people heading in. I managed to skip the big footy crowd.

About halfway to the city a couple sat on the seats facing me. They were… interesting. She was done up as though she was about to shake hands with the Queen and he was in YuppieCasualYetSmart with huge expensive sunglasses and a huge expensive laptop bag. She was in long evening gloves, full make up and a black velvet dress under a very expensive jacket. Her hair was swept up with a huge (and ugly) blinging feathered clippy thing. They spent the entire time on the train talking about his job, and how the “bottom line” was “down to him” and sometimes you “have to cut out the deadwood, which is what he told the girl when he fired her, because the bottom line was…”. They got off at the footy stop, so I can only assume they were in a corperate box somewhere and not roughing it in the stands. People like that amuse me.

So anyways. I hit the borders website last night and came up with a goodly selection of books I wanted. They were PCOS and Saxaphone books (not.. in the same book. Though that would be awesome). Got to the store and they had not a single thing in. Bastards. I bought 2 PCOS books anyways and then wandered aimlessly through the city trying to get my bearings (I only go in about three times a year, I’m easily lost). Readers Feast had a delicious selection of crochet books, but each only had about 1 project I wanted to make, so I didn’t get any of them. With the help of The Boyfriend who was googling for me, I managed to find Dymocks who had – hooray! The exact PCOS book I wanted AND a good saxaphone one. Ten points to Dymocks.  I resisted the craft section there.

After finding lunch (a brilliant focaccia, I love when they toast it and then add cold lettuce. Makes for extra numminess) I decided I was totally over the whole being in the city BS and longing for the quiet trees of home I made my way to the station. As I slipped my ticket into the gate I realised the 2:15 train was not only there, but the announcement was running. So I got to do that movie thing where you fling yourself through the closing doors. Which sucked, coz I’m unfit. Better than waiting 30 mins for the next one though I suspect.

The train back was quieter, apart from two teenage Hanna Montanna wannabees who were Like, talking about Like, her really like bad haircut she would have to like, dye or like cut off or like something. Yanno? They were on the train for about 45 minutes and in that time they updated their facebook status about 10 times each. “I’ve put chillin with em” “OMG that’s so sweet, lemme change mine” “Did you say you’re on the train?” “Yeah” “Okay I’ll change mine”

I can’t believe I was ever 15.