I ran into one of DD’s friends when I was walking the dogs yesterday morning. He’s a whippet-thin vegan yoga fanatic and was looking fantastic at 7am, sipping his oatmilk piccolo with an exercise mat tucked under his arm.
As I waited for my full-cream double shot flat white with half a sugar I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a shop window and decided I had more of a British bulldog look about me.
I don’t think I have vegan yoga fanaticism in me, but I really need to put a gym class schedule on the fridge and turn my back on French fries and fish tacos.
I just need to find my grit and determination first, as both appear to be missing in action.
In other yesterday news, I was in a Microsoft Teams staff meeting with 32 of my colleagues and they were discussing the Mardi Gras Parade. A few were on the sidelines and one was in the actual parade.
I couldn’t help putting my virtual hand up and announcing that I had been a Dyke on a Bike once upon a time, way back when I was working at Cosmopolitan magazine.
People demanded pictures and before I could find the one blurry image of me in the parade, someone else had Googled it and shared it in the group chat.
It’s funny that we took so few photos back then. Can you imagine how many selfies I’d have taken if it was 2024?
I added a quote from the article to the group chat: “It’s hard to describe the feeling of straddling a Suzuki and coasting down Oxford Street in the 1998 Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras parade, as 750,000 people frantically wave and scream encouragement. At first it’s completely exhilarating – your chest tightens with emotion and a lump swells in your throat. Then your jaw starts to ache from smiling so much.”
A few paragraphs further on in the article I wrote that my grandmother taped the broadcast so she could freeze-frame me for posterity. Cue a flash of missing her very much as I read those words.
Everyone except the person talking in the Microsoft Teams meeting was on mute, but apparently a roar of laughter filled the air among those who were at their desks in the office as I told my tale.
After the call ended it occurred to me that I should have concluded my tale with the zinger “Oh, and I was a judge at Miss Nude Australia … but that’s a story for another day …”
That would have created quite the stir!
On the other hand, perhaps it’s better that I didn’t say that … since all meetings are recorded …
Song of the day: Kylie Minogue “On a night like this”
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