Today, I woke up, and told myself that I would be a big girl and go out on the town All. By. My. Self. I decreed it at 8am, and then hid under my covers until noon. I'm such a wuss.
Upon rising from my mid-morning nap, I finished my second to last bowl of bran cereal with soy milk knowing that my afternoon outing would be quite costly since my food needs and interests are not cheap--ESPECIALLY here in Melbourne.
The night prior, I figured out that I wanted to go to Fitzroy, which is a suburb--more like a very large neighborhood--of Melbourne as it was recommended by an Aussie (pronounced Ozzy) that I met. It was perfect--lots of local eateries, bookstores, vintage apparel, and such. I absolutely loved it. Didn't love the prices though. I walked into one thinking that if I could find some yellow bubble pants for less than $50, that I'd purchase them. I'm not exactly sure why this shirt I happened to come across was on CLEARANCE for $200. I feel like our definitions of "clearance" are incongruous. I'm not amused.
I thought, "well surely this store is the anomaly." But it was surely not. All the stores in that area were not sensitive to the needs of the doctoral student budget. So rude.
I found a restaurant in the area that said it was a "vegetarian cafe." I got super excited and walked in and sat down before looking at the menu. I was a bit disappointed as they had 3-4 dishes that were veggie-friendly, but not the whole menu. I did have a tofu patty (paid $7) for a breadless tofu sandwich. What the heck. BUT when I tell you the french toast with raspberry compote and banana slices blessed my whole life, you betta' best believe! Normally, I have a fit when wet things touch my dry food, but I embraced my new experience and was quite pleased.
Then I walked a few more blocks and found a LEGIT vegetarian restaurant that had all kinds of hipstery food and drinks. I was PISSED! I could have tried all kinds of deliciousness and I'll never find that place again! So upset. I did get a fresh squeezed juice that helped to soothe my anger.
A couple more stops--tried to find a contemporary photography gallery, but it was closed by the time I got there. Along with the cafe a professor colleague/professor of mine highly recommended. Welp, guess I'll have to come back to Melbourne one day!
On my way back after 6 hours of exploring the city in two different neighborhoods, I grabbed some Vietnamese Phở noodle and vegetable soup. I was quite geeked that I found a vegetarian vietnamese soup as I've never seen a non-beef broth one. Yay! They just so happened also to have a very American looking cookie sandwich that was so beautiful and delicious. I was planning on taking a picture, but the cookie disappeared way too quickly. Might have to get another tomorrow.
FINALLY made it to the tram and went from stop 5 to 61--takes approximately 867 years. Two very awkward things happened on the train. Not sure which is worse?
Awkward situation #1: Not too many people were on the train when I get to my neighborhood and it is hard to see out of the window for the intersection with the Hungry Jack (Aussie Burger King). Nervously, I pulled the cord at TWO stops prior to the one I'm supposed to get off on. So I had to stare at everyone staring at me waiting for me to get off. After doing this twice, I STILL was one stop early, but decided to save my dignity and walk the extra two blocks.
Awkward situation #2: If you are my Facebook friend, you know I'm quite educated (finishing up my doctorate degree in May 2014) but am incredibly naive and sheltered which makes for interesting anecdotes. So on my way back, I was looking out the tram window and saw a shop that had life-size kitchen utensils in the window. They were huge posters of the utensils in multiple colors--neon green, cute pink, and sapphire blue. Then they had some on a pedestal with what I thought was entirely too much hype for cookware. Then I couldn't figure out why they would be selling leggings and stockings and had a female plaster model in the window as well. After about 27 seconds, it donned on me.
Waaaiiitt a minute...!! Those aren't cute kitchen utensils! Those are..oh my!
What I thought was a store for cooking connoisseurs was definitely a sex shop. Go figure.
'Til later.
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