Bridging

I've never lived in Melbourne, but it's one of my favourite places to visit. I drove there and back on the weekend. Jeeping. Vanessa and I were like either the opposite of storm chasers, or ducks.

The drive from Sydney to Melbourne is not as good as the drive from Adelaide. It feels like cheating having dual-lane highway almost the entire way. Overtaking doesn't come with the same satisfaction. Also, on the return trip, you end up in Sydney.

Book-ended by a dozen Coles Petrol coffees I attended my second 21st birthday of the year (and I guess third, it was for identical twins). The speeches portion of the night reinforced my feelings on how unintentionally cute and sincere twenty-one year olds are when they try and make serious speeches, and by extension this made me feel old. Then I thought, imagine how old people over thirty feel about this, and I felt older. Then my thoughts turned to the over forties and I had to try and distract myself from the crushing fear of aging by asking random party goers who their favourite twin was. Mostly everyone was diplomatic. Then after a short sleep and a delicious breakfast I drove back here.