Toast life begins

I attended an indie pop fiesta at San Franscisco Bath House here in Wellington with new gal-pal Irina. The clientele consisted of people in their mid-thirties like us who actually heard the music at the time, and groovy young 20-somethings who think it is all very retro-cool like I did of 80s music at Barneys back in the day.  When I asked a couple who were being SO COOL by yelling the lyrics at each other on the dance floor who the band was for one song, they looked at me very scathingly "The Arctic Monkeys of course!". Ahh...music wankery continues (although, of course, I have been guilty of it myself too). Got home 2am, woken by baby Luka at 5am. I realised I haven't been so hungover in at least 18 months. Twas very good fun though.
I start my new job at the Open Polytechnic tomorrow  - exciting and nervous-making (for want of a better word...) but I am very much looking forward to it. Seiji, my husband and personal chef has gone to Japan for 2.5 weeks with Rai. Now I need to fend for myself, the amount of takeaways and toast I eat will most likely rise.


Today's toast count:
2 (Vogel's with vegemite and butter - yum)
Other foods eaten:
1 orange iceblock
2 cups of tea

The vodka is looking attractive, but, alas, it is still only 11:52am and I still have some breastfeeding to do. Weaning is starting to look good, but I'm not sure if I am willing to cut back on the extra 800 calories I get to consume each day to pass on to Luka.