Melbourne was fun. I recommend everyone get one. Reasons:

• There is a Male in Melbourne. (You can't have mine; you have to get your own.) The Male is funny and cuddly and intelligent and I almost forget how much I like talking to him when I have to do it by phone (I hate phones) but I remember all over again.
  
• There is ice cream in Melbourne. There may even be ice cream here too - in fact, there definitely is, because we used it in the Bottled Hell - but in Melbourne I seem to spend a lot of time eating "Cookies and Cream" from Baskin and Robbins while wandering down Camberwell Junction, and defending the honour of my "Chocolate Winter" from the aspersions heaped upon it by the Male's mother.
  
• There are movies in Melbourne. Like Citizen Kane, which I have finally seen because the Male's father wanted to procrastinate. Yes, the head of the college of surgeons procrastinates as well. Makes me feel a bit better about my own habits. But Citizen Kane was not as interesting as it was pretty, and I thought the ending beat you over the head a bit, but still, I've seen it now. I have credibility.
  Plus! I went to see Spiderman. Woo. Now that was a comicbook movie, all right. The kitsch! The cliche! The tinge of melodrama! And the action! I giggled like a schoolgirl. Or rather, not like a schoolgirl, because the cinema was mostly full of them, and they weren't giggling at all. I giggled like a fangirl. And almost fell asleep while Tobey was declaring his love. That may be a small problem.

So yes, get yourself a Melbourne today. All the cool kids are getting one.

PS: I fully intend to fly without booked luggage as often as possible. I just love the feeling of striding straight off the plane, through the terminal, and out of the airport without a backward glance. Waiting by the carousels is for pansies, man.