Saturday, January 28, 2012

Married life, sans AC

So married life is remarkably like pre-married life, only I am less harried and have more awesome kitchen gadgets (thanks everyone!!).

I really like to take things slowly in January, even when I am not on holidays. In order to celebrate the last weekend of January, and my last weekend on the marvelous anaesthetics roster, I have been taking things very slowly this weekend:
1. Reading crappy Sookie Stackhouse novels. They are almost unreadable.
2. Baking ginger shortbread. I tried to convince Mel to swap some figs from her fig tree for some of my gingerbread shortbread biscuits but she didn't reply. Don't hoard your figs, Mel!!
3. Overeating at Pinotta and Gorsky and Jones.
4. Going to the movies.
5. Showering frequently and sitting in front of a fan in an effort to replicate air conditioning.

I love hearing about people's strategies to survive the summer heat. Joe Foley puts his shirt under the tap every hour or so and then puts it back on. I eat icy poles almost constantly. Penny likes to sit with her feet in a bucket of cold water:

One of my patients told me that he likes to sit under a tree in his backyard in his underpants, with the hose hooked over a tree branch sending a gentle sprinkle of water over his head. A senior specialist who was listening to the same story looked at the patient like he was completely nuts. But I was thinking, 'That sounds lovely!!'

I imagine that the specialist, driving in his air-conditioned car between his airconditioned workplace and his air conditioned home, has little need for inventive cooling strategies. I guess we will all do this eventually. And then when we see pictures of people sitting in street with their feet in a bucket of water we will wonder, "What's all that about?"

Monday, January 23, 2012

Lost on Mt Buggary

'What sort of a two-bit honeymoon are you taking me on??' I asked my Jason as I lost feeling in my hands halfway across the Crosscut Saw. In fairness it *may* have been my suggestion to go hiking...

We drove to the Upper Howqua camping area on Monday, which was a bit of an adventure in the corolla. (Incidentally, Jason tried to name the car Nora in a bid to prevent me naming any future daughters Nora but I shut that down pretty quickly).

Tuesday we were supposed to hike to Mt Buggary and then across the Mt Speculation, which has a campsite and a creek for water. At about the 8km mark the track deteriorated. We were climbing over or crawling under large fallen trees every 15 metres in some sort of 'It's a Knockout' style obstacle course. Then half way up the Queen Spur we lost the track completely and ended up bush-bashing through waist-deep scrub to the top. By then it was 6pm, and we hadn't found the trail.

So we set up camp, lost, halfway up Mt Buggary. Note the storm clouds looming.

Jason said he knew things were serious when I decided to forgo our dessert, in case we ran out of food. To be honest, my primary concern was that we should not appear on the channel Nine news. I'm pretty sure that honeymooners lost on Mt Buggary would be a big news item in early January. I was also concerned that if we were on the news, the reporters would comment that I was wearing red nailpolish and was therefore an ill-prepared bushwalker. Even though we were also wearing zip-off hiking pants which everyone knows is the sign of a well-prepared bushwalker.

We got up early Wednesday morning in order to climb Mt Buggery and hopefully find the trail. It was freezing cold, and a dense fog obscured all of the landmarks we'd picked out the night before. On the bright side: amazing wildflowers!

We found the trail by about 9am, and had a couple of minutes of jubilation, arrogance even. Then it started to snow. As we hiked across the Crosscut Saw we were pummelled by ridiculous winds that forced us to adopt an awkward hunched-over gait. Our faces were lashed by hail and snow that seemed to be falling upwards. There was no view! But there were still awesome wildflowers, being rapidly covered in snow.

Foolishly, we didn't stop to put our thermals on because we wanted to keep going until we were off the ridge. In fact, it was a good 3 hours of walking before we got off the ridgeline, and by then I had developed full-body shivers.

Anyway: we survived. We resolved that I needed a better raincoat, not just the promotional slicker Jason's dad got at a conference. We ate salami with the enthusiasm of the very cold. And when we made it back to camp and changed into dry clothes, we sat in the car and watched 'Crazy Stupid Love' on the laptop. Warming up with Ryan Gosling!!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Wedding highlights

1. The flowers. I want to have these flowers all the time, for ever.

2. Before the ceremony, our good friend Jesse Marlow took our photos in the streets of Collingwood. We had a lot of fun. Jesse talked about textured walls and Jason complained about the glare.

It was very hot so Scott went to the servo to buy us water, then we went back to Pen and Stu's backyard to wait in the shade for the ceremony to start.

3. Wet weather plans! We had to change the ceremony venue the Compound Interest, Stu's warehouse studio at the last minute because of rain.

Karina and I went to Lombard's the day before to get some awesome heart shaped balloons. Keith made a closed-loop video of the Carlton Gardens, where we were supposed to get married, and projected it on the wall behind the ceremony.

Pen, Stu, Karina and Mim made the warehouse look great.

Though you can see I'm not sure about the result in this photo:

Jason and I walked in via the motorcycle shop (see actual motorcycle in background).

4. The ceremony itself. I was quite surprised by the number people who said they cried during the ceremony. Notably Choc, who in his own words, "hates weddings, I'm dead inside." I told Choc that I played the ceremony like the lead singer in the film, 'Almost Famous': "I connect. I look for the one guy who isn't getting off, and I make him get off. (Actually, *that* you can print!)"

5. Sitting in the gutter with our good friends Ghita and Keith waiting for our lift to the reception. There was a big dumpster right outside the warehouse that Jason's mum wanted to cover up before the ceremony but we didn't let her.

6. The speeches. Penny again managed to tell the story about how I didn't learn to walk or crawl until I was 20 months old, so mum had to buy special reinforced pants for me to shuffle around on. She also got the entire room to toast me with my favourite phone-greeting, "Excuse me, hello!?!"

7. Surprisingly: our dance. I only agreed to participate in a 'first dance/bridal waltz' three days before the wedding. Given our lack of actual skills we went for a crowd-participation number, 'Do you love me?' by the Contours. Apparently it went a-okay.

A great night!! And my most photos ever for a blog post- and I will add some of Keith Deverell's awesome photos once we've scanned them in.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


So Jason and I got married!

Here is some preliminary proof.