Top: Suzanne Grae
Cardigan: Cotton On
I am just loving this footloose and fancy-free life.
I think that in the last month I’ve seen more, explored more, experienced more and drank more than I have in the previous six years.
Little known fact about Lilli: I don’t drink. Much.
One of the perils of living a wild social life is that it tends to go hand in hand with imbibing.
Last night, for example, I attended an exhibition opening that included my favourite Melbourne artist, “Ghost Patrol” (you may recognise the name from here). Afterwards I headed home to spend the evening with my VDF (Very Dear Friend) – we’ll call her “HazMo’s Ma” – and 9 month old bubby who are visiting from Canberra for the weekend.
Much later, after HazMo’s Ma & Haz Mo himself had put themselves to sleep I got a surprise invitation from a friend to join the artists at an impromptu after-party.
So, after leaving a note in case my interstate guests woke up and found me gone I snuck out the door and over the river. It’s the kind of invitation that I couldn’t possibly refuse – the opportunity to spend the evening in the company of smart, young, intelligent artists and intellectuals. Wine, Whiskey and Scintillating Conversation flowed freely. It all felt wonderfully wicked and decadent. And since I was being wicked and decadent anyway I indulged.
I didn’t get home until after 3am.
I only got about four hours sleep last night but I woke up feeling fantastic.
Life is Good.