Urgent task of the day was to arrange garments for the wedding. I’ve had a catalogue for the past ten days, but the range is terrifying to a non-suit-wearing person like myself. Deferring to superior authorities, Jo and her mum made a few suggestions, then Evan and I carried them out. A relatively painless experience — all over in under an hour!
Statues in Konstatino's restaurant
Dinner with a bunch of friends up in North Fitzroy at Konstantino’s. What a place! Completely over-the-top decor, with plaster columns, Grecian heads, and false flares burning over the bar. Quite a surprise too, when I walked in and the first person I saw was Karen from the NSW bike ride two weeks ago! She was visiting friends in Melbourne, friends she’d met on the ride in Tasmania in January, friends that I know. Once again it seems that the cycling community is quite a small one!
A strange meal really — a large Greek restaurant full of large Greek groups of large Greek people — definitely an authentic experience… The waitress was one of the most unhappy-looking I think I’ve ever seen, not helped by the way her boss kept picking on her unmercifully. The boss didn’t seem in a much better mood, towards the end of the evening he basically handed us the group bill and packed us up, serving coffee was too hard, he just seemed to want the money! As with most large group meals, the mathematics of bill-splitting became horrendous, minor arguments ensued, but eventually everyone paid and left. Good food, but an overall bad taste…
