One becomes two

It brings me immense joy to announce that I’m no longer living a life of solitude! Jess moved back in for good on Friday and we’ve already made up for lost time with a lovely girly weekend. I’d been home from work for all of ten minutes before she convinced me to go to Claremont Quarter to her to do a “food shop”; putting a supermarket in a shopping centre full of clothes shops is a very dangerous move for broke students! Before we knew it, we’d both had a little slurge in Gorman, an amazing store full of lovely prints that I’ll be stocking up on before I come home as it doesn’t exist in England. New things, yay!

After a whizz around the supermarket, we cooked dinner at home before getting ready and heading into Fremantle for a few welcome home drinks. The sun was setting as we waited for the train at Cottesloe and the sky looked so beautiful against the trees. We started our little pub tour at Little Creatures, where the ciders soon started flowing. After weeks of being alone with my thoughts, it was so great to have a nice long catch up and vent my ramblings to someone; we covered all our news over pints of Pipsqueak and, when we got the munchies, Creatures’ amazing aioli chips. Our next stop was X-Wray on the other side of town, a small outdoor bar covered with vines and fairy lights. We grabbed a drink and had just sat down at the long tables when an awesome band starting playing. They did loads of Beatles covers and, as two girls who were brought up listening to their hits in the car with our Dads, Jess and I were transfixed. They even did a very pretty version of Yellow Submarine near the end, which was my favourite when I was about 5!

We strolled back through the very busy Friday night streets to the station, realising it was way past midnight and we were a lot more drunk than we thought. Another great thing about having a friend in the house: Jess forced me to gulp down lots of water before passing out in order to keep the hangover at bay; she’s a gem!

 Despite the large volume of alcohol consumed on Friday night, we were up bright and early to explore Fremantle markets on Saturday. I’d only been briefly with Vic and Catriona a few months ago, so it was nice to have a proper look round. There are so many nice stalls selling homemade treats! They also have a huge fresh fruit and veg stand that I’ll definitely be using from now on instead of the supermarket. We also browsed a few other shops before returning home for a quiet afternoon of cups of tea and our books. I finished Love in the Time of Cholera this week and have become quickly absorbed in another classic, To Kill a Mockingbird. Evening rolled round and we extended our Beatles experience by watching Across the Universe, a movie starring Jim Sturgess (swoon) and featuring all the big hits. I’d never heard of it before, but would highly recommend.

Jess had to go to uni to catch up on some lectures on Sunday morning, so I took my usual trip into Cottesloe for a banana and mango juice from Cimbalino and a browse of the shops. Incidentally, it should be mentioned that I didn’t get my normal tasty brunch of Eggs Florentine because (a) I have no money and (b) I was put off after a nasty run in with some moronic women last week. These two typical Perth girls (fully kitted out in fancy gym clothes but obviously hadn’t been working out for fear of getting sweaty) sitting at the table next to me were irritating me from the get-go with their inane chatter that they seemed to want the entire café to hear. One of them mentioned she’d been to L.A. about a million times. To add to my hatred at them interrupting my quiet morning of reading, they both gave me the dirtiest look when my substantial plate of wonderful food arrived, before one of them turned to me and said “Wow, look at that, you’re really getting your money’s worth there aren’t you”. Excuse me?! When did it become OK to talk to someone like that?! I was more than a little taken aback, so only managed a smile and “It’s Sunday, you can eat what you want” as a reply, to which she tried to dig her way out of basically calling me a fat bitch by repeating “No judgement babe” about a million times. Seriously, shut up. You can keep the piece of dry gluten free toast you’re sharing and I’ll eat like a normal person, thanks very much. Even though they were complete retards, it did get me down a little bit, which I realise is stupid now.

I was intending on going down to the beach to have a look at the Sculpture by the Sea exhibition, which apprently features a giant goon bag and a wave made of old barbie dolls, but decided to leave that for a warmer day. It’s only been 26 degrees this weekend; what’s going on?! I wore a jumper outdoors yesterday for the first time in months. Wrong. Sunday afternoon was spent curled up in bed with my book and, of course, something which seems to become our favourite hobby the minute Jess and I live in the same house: Napping. Two hours later I awoke, just in time to eat and head out to the cinema. We went to The Windsor in Nedlands, a gorgeous little retro cinema showing independent art films and serving homemade ice cream bombs. We saw Le Week-End, a film about an old couple on holiday in Paris starring one of my favourite actors, Jim Broadbent. It was a bit depressing but funny too, and it made me really want to go to Paris! That rounded off our first weekend back together; the working week will go by far more quickly from now on knowing my weekends will be fuller!