“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy, for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” –Anatole France.
I read that quote tonight and it made a sense of some of the crazy moods I’ve had over the past year.
Went to Foreigner last night. Heaps of fun and I just about knew every song, but the only original member of the band was the guitarist so it was almost like a cover band. For those who asked, I won the tickets by ringing the Beat Magazine office at the designated time. Pretty boring, huh. It’s not like I had to do something potentially embarassing like interpretive dance to my fave Foreigner song or anything.
A few months ago, we went out in St Kilda and had dinner at a place called The Gourmet Burger Company. They have a burger called the Camembert In There that sounded yum but at the time I was being extra cautious and gave it a miss. So I’d been planning my pre-show burger for ages and was so careful to not eat too much yesterday. I could taste that burger. My mouth watered all day in anticipation. Then we got there and they were closed. Damn it all.
We ended up going to BBNT and I got a chicken burrito. Yum still but no Camembert In There burger. I had a side of chips but only ate about a third of the packet. Go me. I didn’t need any more.