After posting on the previous day’s doings in Laverton, I am firmly resolved that a quiet day lies ahead.
That means NOT attending the Chinese New Year festivities in Footscray.
I’ve been going for years – it won’t do any harm to give it a break for once.
Then the Facebook message arrives.
Eliza: You going to footscray CNY event today?
Me: Nah have been going for years and I feel like a bit of quiet (eating) time.
Eliza: Hmmm we need lunch options, might check it out!
Me: OK with you guys for company I’m up for it! Knock on ya door in about 45?
A quick shower and then I notice other friends are already posting CYN pics on social media.
My heart skips a beat.
I get an internally adminsistered injection of serotonin/endorphins/adrenaline/whatever.
Of course I’m going to CYN in Footscray!
What the hell was I thinking?
We take it suitably easy wending our way through the happy throng.
First chore – purchase Vietnamese iced coffees all round.
At a real fine $2 a shot.
Then we check out all the food stalls before making our choices.
Deep-fried all the way – chicken, calamari, soft-shell crab.
After more strolling, we grab a pozzie near the main stage for the usual speechifying before the dragons do their thing.
I really appreciate Eliza’s Singapore-bred explanations of some of the symbology of what is happening.
Then it’s time to split.
I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!