White night and Movida next door

Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida

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.

I love my house. I love my couch and I love being in my comfy daggy clothes. When I’m invited to an event I usually have an image in my head as to how the night would turn out and usually I will conclude that it couldn’t be that different to that other time I went so there’s really not much point going. It’s like I know exactly how the night would go and in my head I had already went. I would use this to justify my laziness. So, back to White Night. It was 10:30pm and miraculously, J managed to convinced me to get my arse off the couch and into the city. 

Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida-9

Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida-10

Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida-11

Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida-5

Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida-2

Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida-3
Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida-7
 

Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida-4
   Startwithblack_whitenightandmovida-8     

Ironically, the image of White Night was exactly how I pictured it to be in my head however the experience was something else. There were lights and a sea of people. It was so crowded that I could barely move. I hate crowds. But surprisingly, I didn’t mind it at all. I loved the atmosphere and energy. In the spirit of the night we opted for a 12am supper at Movida Next Door. I have dined at Movida and also Movida Aqui and I’m not a huge fan of either. Thinking I would dislike it, supper turned out to be the best decision of the night. It was absolutely DELISH and was again totally unexpected. I would go back in a heartbeat. All in all it was a great date night with J. 

So I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t live your life vicariously through your flat panel TV like me. Seize your day.  Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful day of your life. Take the chance to do something new. It won’t cost much more than the courage (or effort in my case)  it takes to do it. Even if it ends up being a dud – at least you will know. 

Elle

Share on FacebookTweet about this on TwitterPin on Pinterest

Leave a Reply