Melbourne = Cruel?

Ah, still no visa.

Thus this ridiculous photo of me in the back of Em’s car, looking… I don’t know. Confused? Concerned? Unappreciative? Knowing? Know-ed? All of the above?

I’ve done my best to dislike Melbourne over the last fortnight. I’ve tried to go to bars I don’t like, spent time with people who don’t like me, listen to a lot of Fall Out Boy. Basically just regressing to all of high school. So far my efforts were rewarded ten fold. It was either too hot, or I was tired, or I drank too much coffee and felt sick. It was un-Melbourne, for lack of a better phrase. But then, tonight, I get in a cab to get home from the north side of the city (always good to see how the other half lives) and all of a sudden this guy cranks Mariah Carey. And not, like, new school Mariah Carey. I’m talking ‘One Sweet Day (Featuring Boyz II Men)’ Mariah Carey. The real stuff. And he’s tapping along and clapping and I’m clapping and I’m bopping and he’s asking me what the funny piano is (harpsichord, for the record) and all of a sudden London seems big and scary and intimidating and Mariah Carey-less.

But then I get all frustrated waiting for my visa to show up and I’m back to being all go-away-Melbourne.

And that was my night.