Night Out on Friday Night

Had after-work drinks on Friday night at Lanchetta, the cocktail bar on the waterfront. Swish crowd and wine-savvy waiters. Broke the ice with a red Campari, followed by three red wines -- what were they: Shiray, Cabernet Souvignon and a Merlot?

It was Matt's going away. While I write this he's on a plane back to New Zealand. 36 hours; no wonder we only fly to Down Under once every three years... It's hell! I hope we'll get to see Matt again when we're back living in Melbourne. The nights out with the Expat crowd in Lugano will never quite be the same again, plus we'll miss Matt's BeerMaster.

I wore black pumps and a black satin gown under my Romeo Gigli velvet coat. Afterwards we went to eat Mexican at Dona Juarra. I lost count of the pitchers of strawberry and lemon Margaritas being delivered to our table...

Feeling good today. Really needed to get out and chit-chat with those foreigners. Expats as a rule, are educated jet-setters, people who take risks in life, who travel and get off their arse to make things happen. These people are the opposite of insulare, they don't have a comfort zone, they understand how much balls and determination it takes to start a new life. They appreciate this effort in others and always have a fresh attitude towards the new people they meet.

Quite refreshing. But after only four hours sleep I was feeling a bit seedy today therefore decided I wanted a drive-through meal. I told Nick that the idea is to eat your cheesburger and fries inside the car in the carpark. It's making the most of the MacDonald's experience.

Afterwards the BMW stunk of burnt oil for a very long time.