I’m going to Sydney on Friday afternoon for my god brother Svetadvipa’s wedding. Fly back Saturday night to start work at 8 am on Sunday morning. Woot!

I just got back from a feast cooked by my god brother Gopal Guru at the Brisbane temple. Vrajadhama claims it was “reciprocation with the devotees”, but right now it feels like it was more like a pre-emptive strike. We had something called “motzies” - two curd steaks wrapped around a slab of mozarella cheese and deep fried in batter. There was pizza to wrap around that if you were so inclined, along with two subjis, rice, salad, a coconut and pineapple drink, gulab jamuns and Jagannatha tongues.

Brutally old school, although we piked on the gulab contest. I mean I’m all about the 80’s n’all, but I don’t know how many of those I could sustain. Hehehe. Lots of jokes about it being “fully scripturally endorsed” and examination of the different preparations according to the standard of Bhagavad-gita. I thanked Gopal for taking a couple of years off my ’sentence, and he gave a nice philosophical discourse on predestination and the futility of struggling against your karmic destiny. It was good to see him again, and give him a hand in the kitchen. He’ll be down in Sydney for the wedding as well, along with Mangala Vaisnava from NZ.