berkelouw is a book store/cafe that lives in a converted warehouse in newtown. apart from the interior and hot chocolate being just delightful the definite highlight of this trip was my free preview reading of tina fey's bossypants. hands down the funniest thing i've ever read (i guess in general, it's harder to be funnier in books that on screen). now no offense but it has to be said, in general, female comedians are just not that funny. i find they tend to be crass and embarrassing (think judith lucy) but this book is just astoundingly funny and witty. i shall promptly buy it online. sorry berkelouw books but almost forty dollars for a paper back? you've got to be kidding.
i almost fell off my chair at the 'advanced praise' on the back of the book
i almost fell off my chair at the 'advanced praise' on the back of the book
“I hope that's not really the cover, that's really going to hurt sales.” Don Fey, Tina's father.
“Absolutely delicious.” —A guy who eats books
“Totally worth it.” —Trees
after we'd perused the books we ate mexican for dinner. the entirety of our dinner conversation consisted of nick telling me how many times he is going to have chipotle when we got back to the states this year "between two to four times, ideally three". i particularly enjoyed this place due to the great people watching position we snagged next to the window. secondly i pocketed some handy wipes for the road. don't you just love those things. score!
on sunday we went to bondi. it was lovely and perfect rolled into one.
without meaning to we have started a little habit of rating babies when we are out and about. no baby ever gets a bad rating, we generally only comment on the good (aka super cute) ones. apparently to nick, my baby taste is not refined, but whatevs, the babies i see just have a lot to live up to, because well, i know brody.
somehow this conversation merged into nick telling me the names he would like to call our future chillens "humphrieta, rhubarb, baloo, nicholas one through however many kids we have and emma" it's scary there's a real name in there, because how do i know if he's serious about the other ones or not? i am dying to give the middle name danger "me, scared? my middle name is danger" to any child i have, so watch out world, rhubard danger hutchins may be on it's way. poor child, kids in the playground can be so cruel.
somehow this conversation merged into nick telling me the names he would like to call our future chillens "humphrieta, rhubarb, baloo, nicholas one through however many kids we have and emma" it's scary there's a real name in there, because how do i know if he's serious about the other ones or not? i am dying to give the middle name danger "me, scared? my middle name is danger" to any child i have, so watch out world, rhubard danger hutchins may be on it's way. poor child, kids in the playground can be so cruel.
anyway moving on. sunday was also perfectly lovely because i got to swim in the ocean and that is now my all time favourite thing to do. i decided that about 18 months ago.
i of course thought ahead to bring my swim suit but young nicholas did not, even though i pleaded and insisted "you're a guy, no one will know if you're in your undies" mr. robert's rules of order stayed put on the sand. so i swum and annoyed the seagulls (who annoy me, so now we're even) all by myself. we shared our second hi five of the day at the thought of moving to maroochydore.
all in all a perfectly lovely weekend
