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I went out recently to PJ O’Brien’s at Southgate in the CBD.

I was out with some friends, and it was a Friday night. I got there later than I’d usually get anywhere and the place was jumping.

It reminded me of all the dates I’ve had there. I’ll have to tell you about some of them but for now, let me tell you how it goes on a Friday night.

On this night, it had been bucketing down, but fortunately it had stopped raining a few minutes before my Uber arrived. The driver had to drop me off around the corner, which is the closest a car can get to the pub. I would have had to wait in the car if it was raining, because there’s no way I was going to walk around in the rain and walk in there looking like a drowned rat.

Instead, I was able to strut into that pub looking dry, and magnificent, as you do when you’re out for a fun night. I’d had a couple of drinks at home, to get me warmed up, and to save money, and they paid off.

I found my friends and 01-07-17bwe ordered a few drinks. Those guys had set up camp at the bar, right in front of the dance floor.

Soon after, one of the guys in the group wanted me to dance. They’d all started drinking long before I did, so they were much more ready than I was, but then a great song came on and I was off!

Unfortunately, it didn’t matter how good the song was, that dance floor was hard work. I wear high heels- not sky scrapers, but heels none the less.

The guy I was dancing with was trying to jive with me, so I had to manoeuvre him to another part of the pub so that we could dance on the smoother floor.

Seriously, the architects of that place didn’t think about people actually using that dance floor. Bricks? On the floor? Mentale!!

Not to mention that the dance floor is tiny, and is squeezed between the bar, and the stage which is also squeezed into a corner.

Of course, being a fully enclosed pub, there’s only so much space. But the band is squished into that corner as though it’s a cave on the side of a cliff.01-07-17

The band which was playing that night, Hey Charger, seemed pretty comfy in there, but apparently they play there regularly. And you know what? They’re really good!! They’re from Geelong, and they come up the highway to knock our socks off. The lead singer, Cailah has an amazing voice and she, along with the guys on guitar, bass and percussion, rocked us all night long.

I had a chat with Cailah later and she’s as fabulous when she’s not singing as when she is. It turns out she’d noticed me on the dance floor as much as I’d noticed her on stage. I really love when women admire each other rather than attack each other. That’s girl power!

Thanks to the music, and despite the conditions underfoot, I was hitting that dance floor hard. We danced together and with other people. Everywhere I turned, I found another guy ready to dance with me. It was a blast!!

I’d had just enough to drink that I was relaxed enough to have a great time. I was a woman who was out, having fun with her friends and meeting people.

At one stage, when I was dancing with one of my friends, he turned around and another guy was there and we danced a little. I’d had my eye on him but he’d been busy talking to lots of women, as I’d been talking to lots of men. We had a bit of a dance and then we were separated.

Later on, I went to the bar and asked for a piece of paper and a pen. I wrote my name and number on that piece of paper and tucked it away into my dress until an opportune moment presented itself.

And, soon enough, I saw him on his own a little later and went over to him. I said I couldn’t stay to chat, and put the piece of paper onto the table next to his drink. He asked what it was, and I said, “it’s my number, and I suggest you use it,” and I walked off.

Later on, as everything was winding down for the pub to close, I was walking across the dance floor and saw that one of my friends and this guy were talking. I walked up and heard my friend thanking him for something. I interjected and asked if they knew each other. My friend said, no but he made us feel really welcome earlier.

I saw that as an opportunity and turned to the cute guy and said, ‘oh, then this is Darryl,” and pointed to my friend, and then said, “but wait, I don’t know your name.” Then he told me, Simon. Slick, eh?! That little trick paid off a few days later, I can tell you!

Darryl wandered off, and Simon and I chatted briefly. He asked me if I was going out with my friends next, and I said, “oh no, I’ll likely be heading home, what about you?” He said, very pointedly, “me too, but I live just around the corner.” “Well,” I said, “that’ll be a lovely short walk for you.” Then he said, “do you want to come?” To which I replied, “who do you think you’re talking to? Have a good night.”

I don’t know if Simon truly thought I’d come with him, but if I’d agreed, he wouldn’t exactly have said he was joking. But under no circumstances would I be willing to go back to the place of a guy I’ve barely even spoken to. I don’t know him! So, that’s a big no.

And I walked off to the toilet, rejoined my friends, and went home- alone. I’d had a great night, danced myself crazy and had a lovely flirtation with a new guy. I may not have gotten myself a pash in the Snug, but I had a great night. And really, what more could a girl want?



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I’m Aussie, and it shows, because we abbreviate lots of words. What we don’t abbreviate, we lengthen! Here are a few words and phrases I use. Some of them are mine all mine, but some are just those which have found their way into my vernacular.

Awks – short for awkward, meaning uncomfortable or weird. “Man, it was so awks!!”

Awkwardo – long for awkward, but with a bit more emphasis, like, “awk-waaardo.” Often sung.

Mentale – mental, but my way. Pronounced, “mentahlay.”

Hilares – short for hilarious, because you know, most things are! Pronounced, “hilairs”

Faux beau – GAP Male Scale and World Male Scale

Resti – why go to a restaurant when you can go to a resti? It’s the same thing of course, but my version!

Pash – a kiss but with a bit more action than just lips!!

Pash rash – the itchy and scratchy you get on your face (or elsewhere, you lucky devil) after a big long pash, usually caused by his stubble, stubble that may or may not have been there when you first started pashing, if you’ve had a lovely long session!

Pashmina – usually this is an item of clothing but to me, it’s

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Queen Vic Winter Night Market with a Korean twist

It was Wednesday, date night with Deefer, and we decided to go to the Queen Vic Winter Night Market. We’d gone to the summer night market, and couldn’t wait to see what goodies would be on offer over winter. We got in nice and early, and by that, I mean we actually went on opening night.

As always, Deefer came to my house and picked me up. I don’t let just anyone do that, but by now, we’ve been out a number of times, so I’m comfy with it. It was winter, and that meant c-o-l-d, so we each rugged up. For me, that meant skirt, tights, boots, top, coat, scarf and gloves on standby!!

The Market, day and night, has plenty of parking at the back. Our theory is that lots of people go there after working in the city, so they don’t use the car park. We were right, and we managed to get a spot pretty easily.

It was a pretty chilly night, so while we mostly kept one hand in a pocket, the rest of the time, we strolled hand in hand around the market. Dotted around were huge pits of fire. They’re huge squares of tin, in which fires burn. Around them, the organisers have put chairs and seats, and each one looked so cosy and warm.

In Melbourne, I’m always looking for new ways to enjoy winter, and I always look to our cousins in the northern hemisphere for inspiration. So, the market, and those amazing cauldron like fire pits made me feel like I was at a Christmas market in Europe. Well, I have lots of friends from Europe, so my imagination combines my ideas and what they’ve told me!

Alas, the queues for the food stalls were just as long as usual, despite most of Melbourne not yet having realised that the Winter Market was on. When will the organisers realise that they have so much undercover area, and if they spread the stalls out a bit more, customers will be able to queue more easily, without crossing paths. When considering what to order, we had to try to figure out which people were queuing for which stall, and half the time we had no idea which was which. I’ve actually queued there before and realised after a while that I was in the wrong queue. Worse than that would be to reach the front of the queue and find there’s no food left. Actually, that did happen one time when there were churros but no chocolate sauce!! ¡Qué desastre! That’s because they’ve become so intertwined, with little to no organisation.

So, we made a decision to abandon the market for a little while. We knew we’d be back, but the beauty of that part of town is that there are heaps of restaurants nearby that we never get to sample, because we figure we’ve gone all that way for the market so why go elsewhere? Well, today was not that day. We were a tad annoyed at the queue dilemmas, so we eliminated that and hot footed it out of the market.
There we had a whole other dilemma to get through. La Porchetta? Nando’s? The pub? No, we went way out on a limb, and went for Korean. The resti was Soolzip Korean Restaurant and it’s on 179-181 Victoria St, West Melbourne. Neither of us has had it before, and I can tell you, I went in with plenty of reservation. We’d gone from craving twisty potatoes on sticks to not knowing what we wanted to eat. Being confronted with a menu of completely foreign meals only a few minutes later and needing to order? Yeah, that was a bit mentale. But, Deefer’s always up for trying new cuisine, and his bravery helps me muster up some, so we opened the menu and took a squiz.

When we’d found the resti, the outside was very typically Asian in Melbourne, wall to wall, the windows are covered with pics of the food they serve. I’d seen a plate of mouthwatering fried chicken, and was pretty sure I was going to have that. So much for not eating too badly that night! That was gawn with my hope of twisty potatoes.

Not recognising many of the other items (I know, as if I would, hey??), when we had our drinks order taken, I asked our lovely waitress which meal that was, and she located it for me Korean Fried Chicken- KFC? How good is that!! I chose boneless, because this lady isn’t prone to eating with her fingers at the best of times, let alone in a resti- regardless of the culture’s traditions. Oh no, boneless would be fine for me. But I also chose it to be the Soy Honey variety, because who doesn’t like a bit of honey soyed chicken? Deefer chose a soup. He’s so good, he really will try anything.
When our meals arrived, mine was what I expected. Chicken on a plate with some sauce and coleslaw, just as the menu said. But Deefer’s meal had been a bit more ambiguous, especially as neither of us really knew what the listed ingredients were. He received a bowl o31.07.16b jaffa soup, and on the side, was a bigger bowl with all sorts of things in it. He tried them all, and enticed me to try some too, but there was one that was absolutely revolting, for both of us!! And still, we have no idea what it was.

The décor is really cute, lots of postcards and pictures all over the walls. I’d class it more as a café than a resti, but that might just be me. I’d recommend it for a casual date, but nothing more serious than that!

Back to the market and I found what I’d been looking for. Hot chocolate!! Not only was it hot chocolate, but they had various flavours. My two fave for just about any thing (especially ice cream) are mint and jaffa. Jaffa is less available, so I went for that. OMG, it was amazing!!

Deefer’s not a hot choc kinda guy so he wandered off while I waited for my brew. I found him watching a band playing. They were so good!! They had about 40 people in front of them, dancing and enjoying the evening. What a fun thing that was to have come across! The scene was bright, colourful, and lively. I don’t know how many of those people had sampled one of the bars they have at the market, or maybe even the pub across the road, but they were having a blast. Perhaps they were all stone cold sober and were just enjoying what the night had brought them, new friends, good food, and excellent entertainment.

I’d defo recommend the QV Winter Night Market for a date, especially if you like your date and would like to amble around town holding hands and trying to stay warm, perhaps cuddled around a fire pit.

It’s on from June 1 – August 31, so there’s still time to grab a friend or a cutie, and revel in the splendour of one of Melbourne’s best treasures. And if you can’t get the food you want there, explore a little further and you’ll find any number of cuisines, including Soolzip Korean!

Xx Kit

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