Autumn Ascension
Putting on heels to get closer to heaven
Everyone’s got a sore neck from staring at the leaves falling. The canopy protecting us through the summer months has crumbled into nothingness, we’re left with trees which look like George Costanza.
I’m really embracing the as above, so below mindset. I gaze at the sky, I acknowledge. I stare at the pavement, I accept. This sort of autumnal behaviour is bound to give anyone (especially me) a GOD COMPLEX, so I’m here to force it on you all too. Okay, force is melodramatic, let’s use the term ENCOURAGE instead: I’m going to encourage you all to indulge in some loose, light-hearted infallibility.
Three is the Godliest Number
I was aggressively greeted at the marketing department’s after-work drinks last week by a spitfire round of questions regarding THROUPLES. We get it, you’ve watched Challengers! But, none of them had seen Y Tu Mamá También, which worked in my favour since WE ALL love to explain a movie over a Heineken.
In reality I’m terrible at recounting movies, so I don’t think I actually convinced any of them to watch it, but for you to understand how much it means to me: my high school best friend and I loved Y Tu Mamá También so much that we exclusively used the pet name CHAROLASTRA for one another (I say USED in past tense because she’s vanished to be a bohemian in Spain).
You should also watch the behind the scenes video of the making of the film: I feel like Ms. Grace Wales Bonner has used these clips to plot out an Adidas collection.
Get Closer to Heaven
One of my Dear Friends let me know about a new rooftop bar, and suddenly it’s all we can talk about. I’ve been hesitant to lock it in because I think the four out of the eight most ridiculous and GOD COMPLEXIFYING points of my life have all involved a roof. That’s an INSANE ratio! What is it about open air venues which makes us feral? However, I’ve read Denizen’s profile on it, and judging by the pictures, I think it’ll be a well-behaved setting…I mean, look at this:
However, on a recent trip to another rooftop bar with a Dear Friend, we were the ONLY ones rolling countless cigarettes (much to the delight of the Working Holiday Visa bar staff, who eagerly handed us a chic stainless steel ashtray) I came to think that the rooftop WANTS charismatic DFs to enhance the VIBE of its libertine location, so my debauchery ratio may in fact be statistically sound. I’ll gather some VIP troops and report back in the next release of Our Diary.
Feel Like A Heel
Speaking of getting closer to heaven, I’ve been desperately drawn to the casual iteration of the HIGH HEEL. I know I’m not alone, one of our Dearest Dear Friends has a white pump in her regular rotation and wears it fantastically. The problem is, our readership is made up of people who relish dressing in a casual and nonchalant way, so a heel (or any semi-formal piece of clothing) can feel HARD. Not only that, but we all hang out in cities devoted to having the worst paving and/or steepest hills known to man.
But, what would feed the ego more than wearing a heel – in a relaxed way – SUCCESSFULLY? Here are a few references I’ve had in current + expired shopping carts:
A goal I’m going to set for myself (to overcome two of my greatest weakness) is to jaywalk in heels: it’d be great if I had a Dear Friend or two in tow as I work towards achieving it.
Final Notes:
You should only have a God Complex once or twice a week, any more is fastidious and erases any sort of jest which comes along with it. Your friends will also stop entertaining it.
This author never been kicked out of a bar, rooftop or otherwise.
I haven’t watched the last two Geelong Cats matches, and they LOST both of them. Talk about making me feel like a lucky charm! Rest assured that I’ll be logging back on to DaddyLiveHD.sx this week to stream.
Who’s your favourite cinematic throuple? I’d love to know!
Songs to match the sentiment of this blog:
I long to run for the subway in heels
I, too, have been pondering the casual heel!!