La’m missing my holidays. Or “holidoodles” as we call them beneath the dusty rafters of Palazzo Trivialista.
Easter saw la famiglia Trivialista-Seriousimo retreat north of the border, up where it’s summertime and the livin’ is easy eleven months of the year. (The living is hard for a month if Queensland loses that wretched thuggish interstate mansports competition.) And where La Mamma Trivialista’s cooking is within easy gobble.
Then we went to Nyoooooooooooosa.
Prepare yourselves for some srs holiday p**n. You may find this titillating if you go in for that palm frond-fringed, blazing blue sky, mauve-hued sunset, lychee-bobbing cocktail kinda thing. If not, head here for something to tickle your chilly bits.
Nyoooooooooooosa was divine. We essentially based ourselves at Ricky’s on the river, as is our wont. If one more ignoramus bangs on to me about beachside dining on Hastings Street, I’ll slap them with a hard-backed menu. Trust La, the river’s the place to be.
Watching some wedding preps happen, Signor Seriousimo and I debated the merits of renewing our vowels, but decided instead to settle for another martini (me) and mojito (him), clinked with a robust “cheers!”. Seemed cheaper.
See — a cocktail and a wedding ring. That’ll do for now.
Oh, and we shared a T-rex T-bone to cement our love.
La Mamma and Il Pappa Trivialista visited from the Bane of Bris. As you can see, Il Pappa continues to rock a salt’n’pepa mo’, despite it only seeming groovy to the rest of the population in Movember. And how on-trend is he with his snow-white watch and loom band wristlet?
Lali and K of Fab McK Women fame visited for a luncheon. It was great. Lali and La have a very long tradition of lunching. Seems to be something we do well.
Surfing, eating, playing Monopoly, “Tom Gates”…all that holiday action was too much for the male Junior Cost Centre (JCC), who slept froggy-like most nights. “Child’s pose”: those yogis sure know what they’re talking about, non?
But that was then, this is now…
Happy May x