Home stretch

I feel like I’m in the home stretch now. I haven’t quite said goodbye to Melbourne yet, but the rounds are starting.

Friday was an intimate party at my place, excellent people, the best going-away present ever and a world-record attempt for number of people in my bathtub at the same time (five). The present was from anthonybaxter and it’s a superb replica passport for Jezebel, complete with cat photo. He said he’d send me the digital file so I can post the inside cover here (*prod, prod*).

Finished up around 4am and it seems everyone had a great time.

The next day, post-recovery brunch, I dragged Josh and Amy, my new tenants from Portland, out to the Dandenongs. We went for a lovely walk in the forest and then ended up at raven_‘s for cheese and wine by candle light for Earth Hour.

Out again to Angel Circus where I caught up with, ironically, exactly the crowd who weren’t able to make it to the party. Across the road was a full moon hippie event at playspace and I ended the night stretching to chants.

Today, the peace rally, a wonderful, colorful parade of Nuclear Fools (see the radioactive roo on the right). Managed to catch up with most of the political folk who I always see at rallies, had a lovely time lounging in the sun with crystal_storm and a new friend from New Zealand, listening to music, and then other new friends, bottleofred and running_snail turned up and massages started. They told me about a spa and sauna night at Collingwood Leisure Centre, so I’ve just come back from three hours of hot tubs and sauna and massage. Divine. Relaxing.

I’m almost packed. Many loose ends to tie up, but this is definitely the way to leave a country!