taro

Nothing beats seeing your blood and sweat put up in real life! I didn't go for the full-day event this year though. Not even involved in the setting-up and last-minute checking. Didn't think it was necessary. I mean, I'm just the creative brain behind the thing, right? Once the finished artworks go out I can wash my hands and relax.

Then Wombat arranged to have dinner there. I strolled over casually to have a look while waiting for the rest to arrive... and was overcome by pride/excitement/regret/nostalgia.

This time last year, I was working alongside someone until 3 a.m. to get the buntings up perfectly. This time last year, I had the time to actually stand and observe the event for hours, smiling at how everything turned out and snapping pictures like nobody's business. Suddenly... I miss someone so bad.

And what better way to overcome grief and sorrow but good food? I don't care if it's overpriced waaaay overboard. I don't care if the waiter can't understand simple English. I don't care if the air-conditioning is dripping water. The pancakes at Paddington's are yummy!

And the bestest thing for dessert? Something sweet... something nice... something quirky and uncommon...




I wonder what Taro tastes like...