White night and Movida next door


I was flicking through some photos on my camera when I came across this pic my hubby took about a month or 2 ago. It was White Night in Melbourne and I still remember the night vividly. My girlfriends had planned to go but I declined. Instead, J and I were sitting in our living room on our recently purchased and extremely comfortable couch, wearing our extremely comfortable pjs drinking hot milo. We were watching back to back episodes of Suits, living vicariously through Harvey Specter. I knew J really wanted to go to White Night but somewhere between my hives and My Kitchen Rules becoming the highlight of my day, I had become a homebody.

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