It’s been a rough week battling the flu, and an exhausting two-day hiccupping fit, so I was really happy to finally get to meet one of my favourite bloggers in the entire um… blogosphere, and it turns out she was uni mates with one of my oldest friends who used to date one of her close friends. Small wurl!
Karen, It was really good meeting you and Andrew, finally! And the next time we meet up, it should be in a nice park in Perth, with the boys, and maybe a dog or two.
Oops! I just went to your blog and you write that it’s your 30th birthday! Happy Birthday Karen Cheng!
How apt, because I was just about to write about how old I am beginning to feel at drinks in a club, and about how I felt better when Andrew said he asked the bar manager to turn up the lights because it was a little dark and he was an old man who couldn’t see properly.
But it was really really good to get out and do a bloggers’ meet type thingie again, and quite a few of my new acquaintances were filling me in on the pulse of the blogosphere, and fashion and stuff, and why I shouldn’t be offended if they say that I might “like vintage fashion because I can get away with it”.
Just kidding, Dottie and Stephie. I wasn’t offended. Not one bit. I like my green polo shirt.
The “Doing The Karen Cheng For Charity” event that Karen’s thought up is still on tomorrow (Sat 5 July) at Indochine’s Forbidden City, 3A Merchant Court, Clarke Quay, 3 – 5pm, so bring your cameras and $10 to donate to the Red Cross.
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