Diner Girls

Was it really 6 months ago that I went to The States? Apparently so. This trip really blew me away. It was so fabulous, so full of wonder and excitement, new sights, tastes and sounds...it all feels like a dream. I was so fortunate to meet up with two groups of beautiful, beloved girlfriends on this trip, spend two incredible weeks in New York City, and also be part of a dream Wedding. I also had some blissful alone time - four long, glorious days in San Francisco, where every step took me from one delectable bite to the next. Lucky. You know how they say that some things are too good to be true? Well sometimes it feels as though that is what happened here, as it can all easily become a blur. A blissful blur, but a blur nonetheless. Whenever I feel this way I look at my pictures, I settle in to my couch and scroll back over my blog posts. And then, in a brilliant, frenetic rush, it all comes flooding back. Those surreal, foggy images instantly sharpen and I'm there. I'm back. It's real. And it's fabulous.

These next pictures bring me particular joy. It feels right to end my USA posts on this note. With me and my Diner Girls.

Two days before Denita and Tim's New Hampshire Wedding, we went out to a Diner to celebrate Denita's birthday. Our little contingent of Australians prompted the venue choice, no surprises there. We were so well taken care of, American friends were phenomenally accommodating to all our whims and wishes, even when they appeared to be a little mundane and somewhat perplexing - like our excitement at seeing a chipmunk whilst eating pumpkin ice-cream (I know, I know, it's far too terrifically American to handle!). And to us eager Aussies this was a truly fantastical moment. For on this beloved night we became Diner Girls. Well, for one meal anyway.

Malted Milkshakes

Cherry Cokes

Cheeseburgers and Fries

The novelty factor was unabashedly high.

Harriet and her girlfriend, Marilyn.

Embarrassing De with a "Happy Birthday" chorus.

We turned up thrilled for the experience, we were certainly not expecting a five star meal. Yet the food was surprisingly good - not at all as greasy as I had imagined. How happy I was. I had tried my first real onion ring, I sat in a booth and sipped a malted milkshake, and for one hour I was in a Diner with my girls. We were Diner Girls.

If only I had room left for pie. Oh well, I'll guess I'll just have to visit The States again soon. So I can get myself that slice of pie...

Heidi xo
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