A couple of years ago, in a lounge in a giant house in Albert Park, a few of us sat around and watched Elvis. It was his live comeback performance in 1968. 'Elvis' was up in big red lights and there he sat, on a platform in a sea of (older than they were when he did blue suede shoes) girls, performing and smirking his best smirk. In head to toe black leather.
Romy and I were about to have a Safari Party, and 'tiger man' got us all welled up with excitement. Romy was pondering writing a story about planning your funeral, and for hers, we are going to have her name, big, spelled out in lights.

Romy comes home in 17 days. Excellently soon.

I'm 28. It was my birthday on Monday, I had an amazing day.