It was a much cooler evening than usual for summer, and so I jumped at the chance to wear some more eye makeup than usual. Purple shadow and red lips is a classic that I always love and always mean to wear but never quite get around to, so I leapt on that too. Trish looked amazing in a vintage pink dress. It's lucky I did go for the black and silver and glitter, as I'd almost worn my bright pink cocktail dress – but it has elbow length sleeves, and when I say it was a much cooler night it was still very warm. My arms wanted to soak up any available chill! We only have a few train stations in our little city centre, and I do like popping out from the underground (called the City Loop) and climbing the stairs, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight and seeing palm trees. And the start of Melbourne's Chinatown. ON the edge of the city here are beautiful buildings that people are working to save from greedy developers. I've always loved old buildings. Look at all the history in those bricks! If you are looking up, you must remember to look down, too. I love these railings and what look like basement flats, as they remind me of London. Our venue for the evening, New Gold Mountain on Liverpool St, was just a short wobble on cobble stones from the station. It's time to look up again, too, as it is a bit hidden, and you'll find the door beneath the bike mounted high up on the wall. After a few rounds of the amazingly awesome old wonky wooden stairs (I love them, and that buildings in the city still have them!) we claimed a booth by an open window, and what a table of bloggers we were: out come the cameras and the phones, all in colourful sparkly hands! We were fed by locals Rice Paper Scissors. And then shown how to make our own daiquiris. I'll be honest here and tell you that getting up and pouring and measuring reminded me too much of all those boring chemistry experiments at school so I was very happy to have one made by the professionals and delivered straight to my hand. (Thank you, much appreciated!). It was pretty nice to sit there in the cool breeze, the sun shining in and spotlighting fellow drinkers (and some excellent red hair!) as we talked the evening away and tried, without much success, to keep track of the sticky labels bearing our names that started the evening dutifully stuck to our shoulders but soon went wandering... I found mine on the inside of my upper arm when I got home. Oops! I wonder if anyone on the train home that night noticed?