This post is a day late because there was a party and I woke up at 1:13 PM.
Today, we had people over. A lot of them. My sister is a med student, and we had the pleasure of hosting her entire crew from her hospital elective. All 25-ish of them plus our seven person family made for an interesting night.
We started the day off by relaxing at the Rosebank Sunday Market. I managed to find more presents and got our tree to look significantly less miserable by taking some time off to wrap gifts.
Then, the cooking began. I was in charge of the braai (barbecue for you non-South Africans) and the bruschetta. Both turned out really well, and the bruschetta was SUCH a hit. I felt a lot like Nigella the entire time I was making it. In any case, it was a great start to a night that could have gone entirely worse than it did.
The atmosphere was super relaxed and vibey, and I couldn’t have asked for a nicer day out. The sun, thankfully, was not trying to roast us all (for the first time this summer) and everyone was really kind to each other! Until we started playing 30 Seconds. Then…we were just kind. Or, at least, tried to be.
The view from our roof is probably my favourite thing about our house, and the super cute but also KICK ASS AND SAVE LIVES med students made it all the more beautiful.
Most of the med students were so lovely! Apart from the fact that they kept talking about med student stuff, the conversation was good, and the laughs under the starry sky were 100% all I could ask for. After most people left, we had a fat chat with The Internationals about sex ed, giraffes, clubbing, the price of parking in Sydney and the Aurora Borealis. We watched lightning crack and managed to catch the Geminids meteor shower at its peak, and I saw so many shooting stars and made so many wishes and IT WAS JUST SO GREAT.
I’ve had a good day. I’m happy with the beers in the fridge and the chipping nail polish and the mess that is my room. I’m skyping with my person soon and I’m all round happy with Blue Neighbourhood blasting in the background.
To shooting stars – die sternschnuppen – and the wishes we made on them. To more nights like the last.
Love and light,