
I'm staring down the barrel of a week from HELL. Long story short: My boss is away for the next week (he's going to have a ball, I'm very excited for him.) It's magazine publishing week (the one week a month where I usually work 16 hour days, or until the job is done.) We've sold more advertising than usual, which equals AWESOME - but, 8 more pages of writing. On a week when I'm on my own. And none of the technology is working for the other part of my job. There's no polite way to say this: It's going to freakin' suck.
My intention when I left work on Friday was to work on Sunday to get a head start. But I just couldn't. It was SUCH a beautiful day. I needed to consciously NOT work. Step away from my laptop and cell phone. Step away from my To Do List From Hell, and just indulge myself a bit! I think I will be far more productive this week now that I've had some me time.
So I popped myself on the bus and headed to my Auckland happy place. Devonport. Delicious Devonport.
Best. Brunch. Ever.
Eggs, hollandaise, spinach, tomatoes, mushrooms. YUM.
The only thing better than a good Eggs Benny, is a Coffee Supreme Fair trade Organic Flat White. And a new Paolo Coelho book. Oh the joys!
Then I went to my Ultimate Happy Place: few other places in the wider Auckland region (with perhaps the only exception of the Titirangi/Matakana Farmers Markets) give me as much pleasure. Mmm. Booky wooks.
I got lots of treats! I *was* planning on picking up some books I've been on the look out for, as well as some Bukowski & Kerouac - following up on some "to do" recommended reading. However, I got sucked in to the Plays & Poetry corner (again) and managed to pick up a Tennessee Williams anthology (Stellaaaaa!) a Tom Stoppard play I haven't read, a Sinead Morrissey book that was SIGNED (for only $8, an absolute steal!) and another that kinda just took my fancy when I was curled up in the reading room.
I still haven't found what I'm looking for. Ethan Hawke's second novel Ash Wednesday and Cynthia Voigt's A Solitary Blue. Although a quick google in anticipation of writing that sentence might have solved that problem; I've been looking for it in the "Judy Blume" section. That might account for some of the difficulty I've had finding it. Haha! When I was very young, I received a poetry prize at for my poem based on A Solitary Blue I remember it really touched me at the time, and I'd love to read it again.
After an hour in the bookstore, I wandered down the road, in the rain, and remembered that when I came here with Mum in the summertime the little gift shop in the ferry terminal had Umbrellas to die for. You think an umbrella's an umbrella? You're wrong, my friend. WAY wrong.
Behold The Awesomeness! Is this not the most superior umbrella you have ever seen?! (Humour me.)
Here is where my plan for having a cheap and cheerful second-hand book shopping not-too-indulgent day went out the window. I was just going to look at the candle shop. Honest. Look and smell. Ok look and smell and maybe just buy one thing. Ah who am I kidding that place is like catnip to me! The black board outside should have been my first clue "50% Off All Ecoya Products" - Oh, they're just my favourite thing in the world! They're amazing soy-based organic candles that have fragrances that don't make me sneezy/wheezy. Things that smell nice that I'm NOT allergic to. So rare. So lovely. So expensive. But 50% OFF!!! So I brought lots. Look at them. All pretty and vanilla-y... Mmmm....

And then I came home*. Poorer and richer all at the same time. Loved every minute of it. This week doesn't look so scary to me now.
*I might not have come straight home. I might have done groceries in Milford first. Which might have involved going to get a coffee from my favourite barista. You know, the one I've dragged many of you to see, to make you look at him and bask in his gorgeousness. The one that looks like a slightly less drug addled Jonathan Rhys Meyers. The one I've been drooling over for 6 months. Yeah that one. The one who was finishing his shift as I arrived tonight. The same one who made himself a coffee and came and sat down with me. And introduced himself to me. And asked me about my day, my books and my job. And then asked me out for a wine next week. Yeah that one. *Spazz hands!* I shall have to learn how to call him by his real name in my imagination. Up until now he's just been "Your Highness!"








