A chilled out morning quickly descended into chaos when we decided to go to Queen Victoria Market before it closed, two hours earlier than initially planned, resulting in Mikaela's grandma frantically driving us across the carpark and to the station.
The chaos was maybe indicative of things to come as upon settling into the train Mikaela discovered that her phone (with Google Maps and internet access) was not in her handbag but rather on the dining room table, next to our abandoned bacon & eggs lunch.
Victoria Market was big and bustling but failed to make a lasting impression, so we negotiated our way to Brunswick St (without trusty Google Maps) like true travellers. It turned out to be just what we needed on a hot Melbourne day, pottering about in vintage shops, a beer warehouse and cafes that were far too cool for us to be in. Here was where I had my first Melbournian coffee. And hated it.
Rather reluctantly, we headed back to the centre to go up the Eureka Skydeck. We walked down South Bank and encountered two separate weddings, which led to a lot of observing and judging (and a hint of jealousy) of the dresses.
We weren't entirely what to expect at the Eureka Skydeck, especially after our experience of queuing for hours for the underwhelming Burj Khalifa a few years ago. However we found that prebooking was unnecessary as it wasn't too busy, had impressive panoramic views and a chilled atmosphere that meant we were happy to spend a while just taking it in.
On our way back to Flinders St Station we discovered a love lock bridge that, thanks to Mikaela, will forever have inscribed '#goodforthebody #goodforthesoul'.
After a successful trip home, by which I mean we got back before dark, we went to Woolworths (not actually British Woolworths, very confusingly) for necessities including kabana, a cold sausage snack that tasted far too much like Pepperami for me.
As Mikaela's grandparents had gone out partying for the evening, we had to fend for ourselves, meaning the student classic: beans on toast. For future reference, always check the serving size on the can in order to prevent a portion palaver.
Three New Girl episodes later we were in bed, before the grandparents even returned from their wild night out.