Pop Culture has taught me that people undergoing a quarter life crisis do things like: 1) quit their job to travel the world alone, 2) buy an outrages car that they cannot afford, 3) get a boob job.
Maybe it’s because I’m turning 28 this, not 25 but my (super-late) quarter life crisis was different. I wore pigtails to a cafe and ordered cake for breakfast. Both of those things done separately would have been fine, obviously, but experiencing both of them together was terrifying.
The waitress came over holding my red and white ricotta hotcakes I swear she looked at my hair and feel into a stupor. Confusion set in. She might have been expecting a 12 year old.
The thing is, I’ve been to The Old Milk Bar before. I ordered matcha hotcakes, which quickly became my Favortie Pancakes of all Time. They looked normal. Sure, they were green, but they were just two fluffy pillows stacked on top of each other. This weekend we went back for them but they had vanished from the menu. The hotcakes that replaced them were different. They were red, yes, but they weren’t just two red fluffy pillows stacked on top of each other, they were topped with white chocolate strawberry sauce and stabbed by a stick of marshmallows.
It was a like a surprise party! I should have packed candles in my backpack. The hotcakes were so good all I could do was take my pigtails out and devour them.
I don’t regret a thing and will be back with a vengeance. Maybe the next hotcakes will be pink and I can dye my hair to match them. That’s definitely something a 13 year old would do!
The Old Milk Bar
144 Dundas St, Thornbury VIC 3071
(03) 9043 6227
Some things in life are worth standing in line for: Lune Croissants, for example. Raffle tickets to Book of Mormon (won twice, thank you very much!). Getting your copy of ‘Me Talk Pretty One Day’ signed by David Sedaris who instead charged me a dollar for saying how AWESOME he was. Long story but, word to the wise, never say AWESOME in front of David Sedaris .
Most recently, I waited in line to have dinner at Shanghai Street in Melbourne’s CBD. We had a group of 7; Each person carrying their 6 pack of VB around the city. We thought we had reserved a table somewhere else that was BYO, you see. But we hadn’t. Instead of freaking out my friend Ben took the 1,345th spot in line at Shanghai Street.
If you have ever heard someone say ‘Warburton is the perfect weekend get-away’ they were not lying to you. Warburton is an incredible place!
You can eat delicious food, visit wineries, explore until your hearts content, see waterfalls, sequoia trees, ride bikes down the Lilydale to Warburton Rail Trail. This creates one of those too-much-to-do-so-little-time scenarios when you’re only there for two days.
I did it guys! I can finally cross out Run a Full Marathon from my General Life To-Do list.
Another big, sweaty, congratulations to the runners who took part in last weekend’s Great Ocean Road Marathon!
I was 21 when I first signed up to participate in a marathon. As a NYC inhabitant at the time I signed up for the San Diego Marathon. Of course. I was young and naive and didn’t really know anything about the world, let alone anything about long distance running. I backed out of the race within a few months of training.
Fast forward to 2015: I had 4 half marathons under my belt and a husband that was willing to commit to being my Running Coach. Jack’s only qualification for being my running coach was that he felt comfortable telling me what to do and he’d know if I was lying about it. Half the battle with running is mental and excuses can creep in like parmesan on a carbonara.
I really couldn’t have done it without Jack making the planning of all it so easy. All I had to think about was running. Jack booked my spot, the accommodation, found me a running plan, made sure I had my bib and that I got to the start line.
He also met me at the 40k mark when I thought I was going to die and my legs were no longer obeying my outrageous demands to keep going. He snail paced the last 4k with me and I collapsed into his arms just after crossing the finish line. It really makes me appreciate this whole partnership thing. Life is so much easier when you have someone not only rooting for you but helping you.
I also need to mention the legend standing at the 30k mark with a bowl of (only!) red snake gummies who let me take handfuls and stuff them in my bra for later use. I was not prepared with a tiny back pack full of supplies like most of the other runners, and those sweaty, little, delicious snakes really did get help me make it over the finish line.
On to the next!