We live for Saturdays

There was a time, not too long ago, where I used to work every second Sunday 8am to 5pm. This meant a truncated weekend every 2nd week and a mad weekend everyother weekend. While Deepti and Naina were in India and the Canberra loan gone, it was time to give it up.

Every Saturday now truly feels like the best day of the week. I suppose that's the same for all of us (though Friday does give a run for its money), Saturdays, in our house rock.

Firstly, Saturdays are not for shopping. They are for eating, exploring and sitting in the sun. The first Saturday we had free after Deepti and N returned we wandered into the city. Within a few minutes of getting off at Flinders, we ran into a movie set. Illegally taken images of "24 hours in Melbourne" (a Kanneda or film from the state of Karnattaka in India) to follow:

The lady in blue was the leading actress.
Gawping gophers looking on.

Damn paparazzi, won't let me get my make-up
done in Swanston St without hassling me for photos.

Deepti tried to take a front-on picture - city of Melbourne grouchies ordered her "No photos". Paparazzi or curious onlookers. Eh. Surely if they didn't expect people to take photos they should have taken filming to somewhere else apart from Swanston St on a football day? We have no idea who any of the actors were. We don't watch Kannada films.

Melbourne's best Japanese at Kaneda (I'm noticing a pattern) was next. Bento boxes all round. Naina's hooked on smoked salmon, raw salmon and miso soup. She tends to miss out on these things when Deepti and I cook. Got some hot chocolate at Max Brenner and then home. FedSq had a busker - but thankfully not Stairway to Heaven.

Arizona Jones was good. He had the decent sized crowd wrapped. I won't describe his show too much, but involves a lot of man-love jokes, whips, fire and juggling.



The following Saturday was Zoo or Crowne. Crowne won. Though once again grouchy Melbourne security told us we couldn't go into the casino proper. (Wow, baby on the table, hey that's good luck etc).

Hamming it up at Pub at Crowne.
I've never worked how N gets her ability to
make a face for a photo. She may get it from me.

Keys 1, camera Nil...

Down by the boardwalk

Don't jump young mum and young baby;
the food at Crowne wasn't that bad.

Last Saturday was a temple visit - inordinately long drive to Carrum Downs, some prayers to Shiva, N getting scared by the same priest as last time (nearly six months ago, no idea), dosa and utthapams at South Indian and Indian Chinese for dinner.

Japanese is on the menu again...