One of these days I fully intend to fix my stupid template so that the archives actually work. Then again, for years I've intended to get a new hatstand, read Anna Karenina and learn to play the harp, so just get in line.

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My cousin - you know, the one who's only escaped being called "Mini Me" because he's a foot and a half taller than me - is now married. Twice, but it's alright, because it was the same girl both times. Traditional Catholic ceremony, followed by traditional Sri Lankan Buddhist ceremony. There were so many gorgeous saris at the reception. There was also my aunt's hairdresser, whose husband stalked me all evening, taking photos of my haircut. Hmm.

This event (the wedding, not the stalking) was a good excuse for a weekend in Brisbane, of which city I am rather fond, in all its "I'm in what lane now?", desperately-needs-an-elevator glory. Caught up with Kezza for some lovely wandering and nattering (and Mexican) and also managed to get some work done. Ever since I did EnVision up there, Brisbane's been good for my creativity. Maybe I don't need a Varuna, maybe I just need a timeshare on Wickham Terrace...