Each year, Dan and I try to give each other at least one kid-free weekend. The last two years Dan has spent the Labour Day weekend at the Golden Plains Festival and I have had a weekend away with a girlfriend during the course of the year.
So last weekend I flew to Sydney on my own. Yep, no Dan and no Ava, just little old me. I went to stay with our lovely friends Danielle and John, who we met in London over ten years ago. It had been nearly two years since I saw them so we had a lot to catch up on.
I flew in late Friday afternoon and caught the train straight to Circular Quay to meet Danielle at the Opera Bar for Friday night drinks. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been to a Friday night session (as I haven’t worked on a Friday since Ava was born) so lucky for me it was a pretty spectacular setting. Even though the weather was not so spectacular, it didn’t matter one bit as the company more than made up for it.
We perched underneath an umbrella and sipped bubbles while the rain came trickling down. John met us soon after that and by 8.30pm we decided we had better get some food before it was too late.
Now it’s not every day you catch a ferry to dinner so even though it was raining, it was a pretty fun way to get to a restaurant. After pigging out on delicious Turkish fare we went home and talked into the early hours. What a great start to the weekend – bubbles by the Opera House, a ferry ride to dinner, great local eats and a good chin wag to end the day!
Saturday morning started with a huge treat – a sleep in until almost 10am, yay! John was off to play cricket so Danielle and I had all day to hang out. We had coffee, lunch and more coffee at a lovely cafe in Surry Hills and spent the afternoon shopping along the main street. It was the perfect day with no responsibility, nowhere to be and no-one to look after except me.
After a big day of shopping and catching up we decided to stay in and order Indian takeaway, much like we would have done in London. We cracked open the red wine and again, talked into the wee hours.
On Sunday it was coffee and brekky in Balmain and then off to visit a mutual friend who is moving back to the UK with her family in the next few weeks. A few cups of tea later and a sad farewell, we headed home via the local sushi house.
You know it’s funny how times have changed. Once upon a time (and not that long ago), I would have been busting to get to galleries and museums to catch the latest art show and eat at the latest restaurant or go to a hip new bar. Now and particularly this trip, all I wanted to do was hang out with my friends and just be. I spend so much time at home filling my calendar with stuff to do, people to see and new places to eat (etc) that I don’t have enough down time to just sit and be.
Well I certainly made the most of it in Sydney and felt relaxed on my way home, instead of feeling knackered and needing a holiday from my holiday.
Here’s to great times with wonderful friends. What would we do without them? xo