Dear Sydney,

The music festival that was Good Vibrations was a BLAST! I had SO much fun!

I wanted to see Cypress so badly, but because the area was so packed, the Face, the Booty and I couldn’t get through, so we admitted defeat and headed towards the main stage for Kanye. I LOVE KANYE regardless of what everyone else said about his performance.

Fast Fact:

- The Face found $100 on the way home! In the dark! Lucky girl

Anyways, I'm keeping it short and sweet; I need to sleep off a very bad headache.

Your Socialite. xx

Dear Sydney,

I think Valentine’s Day is one of the best days of the year! It comes and goes and never disappoints. Sydney men are always so thoughtful. If you ever hear a cynical woman complaining about a man-shortage, ignore her because the men are definitely out there. Every year, single or taken, there is always a man who wants to share some love.

This Valentine’s day, I received six long-stemmed roses’, delivered to work, compliments of the Not-Boyfriend. Later that evening the Not-Boyfriend and I went to Georges on King Street Wharf. The cocktails were good, the mezza plate was also very nice, but the main meal was so very BELOW average. We had a very lovely time, but like all good nights it had to come to an end. Like always the Not-Boyfriend didn’t let me contribute towards the very expensive bill and we left the restaurant.

When we reached the Not-Boyfriends apartment he instantly fell asleep on the couch. I quietly left money in his wallet (feeling extremely guilty that he spent so much), kissed him on the cheek and walked out.

The next morning I was welcomed by the following email:

Hey!

Thanks for having dinner with me and also for the present =)

Question time!

1. I woke up in bed?
2. I was hugging a pillow?
3. You weren’t there?
4. You left money in my wallet?

How are you going today?

*insert Not-Boyfriends real name here*

Maybe I should rename him from the Not-Boyfriend to my Man-Whore ;)

Your Socialite. xx