Today I met my friend Romany for breakfast in Centotre on George St. It seems to be quite a hip hang-out for breakfast, probably because it has a
. Anyway, it didn't disappoint, and we did wonder, since breakfast is the most important (and tastiest) meal of the day - why don't people meet for breakfast more often? I'm totally down with Sunday brunch, but who says you can't do it every day? Exactly: no-one. Same goes for brinner as far as I'm concerned (that's breakfast for dinner, if you don't watch Scrubs).
Anyway, above is a picture of Romany with a book I found with her name on it. It's called The Romany Rye, and before she got hitched R's name was Romany Rae. Cool eh?
Anyway, I got permission to post some of Romany's wedding pictures, from when she and her now-husband Owen eloped and got married secretly. Man, they are some cool pictures.
[I love this one. They both have tons of fantastic tattoos.]
[Looking at pictures on the ceiling.]
She is gorgeous isn't she?
The pictures were taken (and made into an absolutely beautiful book) by their friend
, who last year took the Queen's official portrait. Apparently it's the first portrait she has smiled in for ages, so obviously Lizzie is down with the punks.
So breakfast was brilliant, and Romany skipped off afterwards to get some more tattoos on her hands. Owen went along and got his hand tattooed as well. These guys are basically the coolest young-marrieds I know.