"NOOooooooooooooooooo!"

...is what I texted Stella at the bar when she sprinted after a random guy to order him to call me. Lemme back up:

Because shooting schedules suck sometimes, Stella had to work all day Saturday. I took that day to lock myself in our room and write. All day. By the time night came and Stella came home, I'd been cooped up for over 12 hours.  To say I was fried was putting it mildly. It was going to be the only night left for us to go out out but after we both worked all day I honestly didn't expect it to happen. 

perfect day

But it did. Oh, boy did it. 

The end of the night had us both drenched in sweat and other people's drinks, exhausted from laughing, dancing, flirting, laughing, and dancing. EPIC FUN!!!!! And why I love my best friend.

Sunday we had brunch with NBFFHJ staff affectionately known as the schmoopies- for 4 hours. Repeating: 4 hours of fine Italian food and bottles of wine. We really only left because we had dinner reservations in 2 hrs. We are Stellanca. We love food. 

schmoopies in Bondi

nothing better

My goodbye dinner was an oyster orgy with Jen overlooking Blackwattle Bay. Jen did the math and  figured out we ate for 6 straight hours of the 13 hours we were awake. 

In the middle of dinner, Stella looks out over the water and says, "I wonder if they'll do fireworks?", to which I reply, "REALLY, you think they will?!" (to fill you in, I love fireworks and every Saturday night so far, we've been able to see them over King's Harbor from our window. I guess it's a regular thing? So fun & beautiful, so like Sydney.) Then Stella says no which I think sucks- but not for long because just as we get our punch-me-in-the-face-delicious desserts THE FIREWORKS START.

Thank you, Sydney!

best best bestie



new bestie

i love you too, Sydney