virtual reality

Tomorrow, I'm meeting fellow blogger Tomaz for lunch. In the course of arranging the details for our little blogmeet with Novala next week we found out (or rather I did, thanks to Google) that my workplace is basically round the corner from his. It's a small world, eh?

Speaking of which - when taking a digestive walk through Vienna's "Bermuda triangle" with my Mum last night I spotted the wedding-guest Chiquita and I had dubbed "Frankenstein", minus his Lolita-esque companion. Wearing a hawaian-print shirt. Puke.

Lunch-break purchases: Hard as we tried (on), my colleague B. and I couldn't find anything at Mango that fit us. Frustrating, but ultimately good for the budget. Well, there was one rather nice white skirt that did fit like a glove but I couldn't be bothered with the endless queues at the cash-desk.