Another extremely successful Melbourne trip.

Little Red and The Vasco Era were orgasm-inducing. So freaking good. I went to Myrtleford today, and Pete and I stood in the river. I'm really longing for a good book and this warm weather...well, it speaks for itself. It is nothing short of delightful. Mum is baking pumpkin pie so I'll get to pretend that I'm American and that it's Thanksgiving, like in the movies.