Henry the Herron

what a marvellous weekend of Immense Fun i have had with my friends. 2 days of galivanting in the city, trams, walking until our feet hurt and then some, tequila and lemon, loud music, dating in the dark, dancing till 2am, japanese photobooths, outdoor cafes and falling in love with Henry the Herron, who lives on a bridge in Southgate, Melbourne. allow me to elaborate on that last part. we were crossing said bridge to begin our city adventures of well-deserved frivolity, when i spotted, on the other side of the glass wall of the bridge, a blue herron. he was sitting in the shade, presumably doing some people-watching, and he was polite enough to not fly away in fright when we stopped to take photos of him. i suppose he's used to such treatment, he had a certain celebrity quality about him. after a few moments of admiring this fine speciman, we christened him Henry and went on our way. several hours, some very sore feet and quite a few inside jokes later, we crossed back over what we now call 'Henry Bridge' and one of my friends wandered jokingly if Henry would still be there. so we walked slowly across the bridge and there he was, in all his adorable, celebrity-like glory, sitting in the shade. we took more photos and said our farewells, and i'm happy to say, the second spotting of Henry was the highlight of the weekend for me. i only hope i will see him again in the future.