Another year, another Moomba. This time I avoided getting sunburnt by employing the wily tactic of attending at night.
Grant and I went out for dinner at Pellegrini's, something I've been meaning to do for a long time. After an intense lasagne experience, complete with watermelon granita (served by Anita, clearly forced into the role because of her rhyming name), we wandered back through the city and stumbled upon this year's Moomba festival.
It was there that I realized two important things: 1) No matter how good a parent you normally are, you are always going to suck at events like this. All of those unnaturally coloured foods, cheap shitty trinkets and mystifyingly oversized toys insulted my South-Melbourne-Market-going, Scandanavian-design-loving, two-bedroom-apartment-living senses. I was quietly horrified. But I'm pretty sure this is what kiddy heaven looks like. All the mini people were wandering around either super-hyped or in a blissful daze, otherwise known as a sugar coma, clutching Scooby Doos the size of an actual great dane. If that was my child, I couldn't wait until it went to sleep and I could sneak Scooby down the rubbish chute. "Velma came by in The Mystery Machine looking for him last night. It looks like Old Man Cattich is haunting the roller rink downtown again. You understand, don't you?"
Oh and 2) God, teenagers shit me! Generally. Like, I know that they're just being lion cubs and learning how to play in the big jungle and all of that but gosh, am I ever glad I'm over those days. One charming young suitor called to a prospective bunch of belles: "Hey, come and suck my dick!" Ah, modern courting.
But on to the picture above. As always, I can't resist an example of astoundingly bad English. I feel like I should have some sort of funny comment to make about it but I really can't think of anything. I am open to suggestions. Whilst I'm on that picture though, what is going on with all of the stuffed toys hanging upside down like they're in some sort of stuffed toy horror film? Quick, Care Bear power required!
General Sumo recommends:
Taking a walk through the city at night
One of our favourite activities as a couple that never fails to remind us just why we love living in the city so much. There's always something going on in Melbourne's CBD and the best way to see it all is on foot.
Checking out the Moomba fireworks
Even if you don't dig the sideshows and teenage mating rituals, the fireworks are always beautiful.
Dining at Pellegrini's
66 Bourke Street, Melbourne
I know I'm way behind on this one but the lasagne and watermelon granita was well worth the wait. I've never had lasagne like that. Ever. The staff are friendly and happy and clearly have a great camaraderie. I must go back for cake.
Was it run by Yoda?
ReplyDeleteHow good is that lasagne? Did you get to eat in kitchen wit the old nonnas bickering with each other?
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Never mind thoes Care Bears..take a look at the Kermit-the-Frogs. Hehehe they look like they are enjoying it, smiles on faces, hands flung into the air. It's as if they are on a wild rollercoaster ride!!!
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