Sweet & Sour

Yesterday was one of those sweet and sour days. You know, when great stuff happens but there's bad stuff that also happens which prevents the day from being a truly brilliant one.

Here's what I mean:

Spent the day out at AFTRS doing a Mike Leigh style improv workshop for a film being shot later in the year. It was set in a women's refuge and my character was an alcoholic mum with an abusive ex-husband. They'd set up a whole house for us to use and just followed us about with a camera. Very emotionally draining but god it was good to flex that acting muscle properly for a change. Sweet.

Hit a bit of traffic on the way home so only had about 15 minutes to get dolled up to go out and meet Flatmate A. Got to the station just as the train pulled off. Was going to be hugely late. Slightly sour.

Another train came along 3 minutes later so ended up only being about 15 minutes late. Sweet.

Found out Flatmate A had scored us front row tix for opening night of this play which a couple of my friends are in. Sweet.

Caught up with some people I hadn't seen in a while, met some cool new people who I'm sure I will be seeing again then spent 80 or so minutes really getting into the play. Not that they need the publicity but go see it - its good. Sweet.

Headed down to the Opera Bar after the show for free drinks. Always sweet.

My ex-boss was there. Sour.

A boy I've secretly liked for a while was there. Sweet.

I find out he's moving interstate in a couple of weeks. Sour.

Everyone ends up at the Judgie and aforementioned boy and I are having a chat. Very sweet.

But then suddenly things get a bit weird... one minute I'm fine and the next minute I'm making friends with the toilet bowl. Wonder if drink spiking is involved? Very very sour.

However two of my gorgeous friends came and rescued me and got me home safely. And left me the loveliest note. Billie & Fays - you're the best. Sweet.

I woke up this morning feeling like someone had fried my brain. Sour.

Then I got a phone call and a beautiful text message from my bestie Lulu which made me smile. Sweet.

But I think I blew my chance with the boy. Sour.

And I've lost my favourite black faux leather* jacket... last seen at the Judgie. Sour.

Que sera sera, I guess.

I'm going to go curl up on the sofa with a cup of tea and a watch a trashy movie.


* also known as vinyl or PVC