Maybe we still are in Kansas, Toto!

As usual, we went out tonight to celebrate Willie Nelson's birthday.  We had a great time, going back to our favourite Japanese restaurant.  We ate extravagantly, and lapped up the admiration of our fellow diners for the Hatchling.

Afterwards, we headed south and checked out a new dessert-only cafe.  Its doors don't open until 8pm and we fortunately arrived on the dot and secured a table to beat the rush.  Sticky black coconut rice, rose panna cotta and a stein of teh tarik.  Mmmm.

We got up to pay at the counter and I overheard one of the girls behind me admiring the Hatchling:

Girl

(to friend)

Look, look, how gorgeous!

PTR

(turning to show off the Hatchling a bit more)

Thank you.

Girl

(to friend)

Look at the little half-caste baby!

Gotta love Adelaide...

Happy birthday Willie

Happy birthday Willie Nelson!  Seventy seven years old today.  I know that some of my readers don't care for you, but I guess that's balanced out by the fact that you don't care too much for them either.

Here are the lessons that I've learned from you Willie - lessons that have made me the man I am today:

• It's okay to cry, and if you do, make it spectacular.
• Sometimes it's best to just walk away.  But never forget.
• Country people are better than city people.  And they carry more guns.
• If someone disappoints you, they will probably continue to disappoint you, so maybe you should just shoot them and be done with it. 
• But you can't hang a man for killing a woman that's trying to steal his horse.
• It's best to leave reggae to the experts.