nightcat

Fantastic Friday - two mates, a restaurant with a view of a bustling city river, and no deadline to be anywhere else.

Lunch started at 12.30 and finished at 9pm - lost count of how many bottles of red and the food was great.

But it was one of those days/nights when everything clicked - great laughs, talks, inviting strangers to the table throughout course of day/night, hearing their stories and having fun.

One of the strangers was excellent - a Cirque De Soleil performer who was here visiting friends/performers at the Spielgeltent. A great girl who lives in Lost Vegas, does a burlesque act and is just drop-dead hot. Her broken English - Russian gal - was too sexy.

We ended up as a group hanging with her friends for awhile; talking shit, sharing travellers' tales, drinking beer on a hot summer night.

But all good things must end - one mate was off to Meredith music festival and the other had sporting commitments. The circus crew were wasted and wanted to sleep.

I'm catching up with Vegas tomorrow. Lunch. Safe. But am willing to skip work for rest of the day if she's keen