It was a cold and rainy night. The rain seemed to have no end and lashed at our car windscreen from all angles, while the cold crept in through the doors and fogged up the windows so that it became unbearably stuffy.

We took shelter at Azteca's Mexican Restaurant in Randwick. I had been there once before with a large group of friends, and I was pretty sure I liked it (but after a few...or several...tequilas - anything can taste good), but I thought it better to double check before making my verdict.

We nestled into the small restaurant which was decorated with colourful odds and ends, Mexican memorabilia, worn carpet and a TV showing a large woman in a lycra purple jumpsuit singing. You would almost label the restaurant décor tacky, except that if you looked hard enough you could see the amount of thought that went into the positioning of every decoration, and the number of years they'd had their home there.

Once seated and dry, the owner came to our quaint table to see if we needed some help or suggestions. It was a refreshing change to see the owner taking so much pride in his restaurant and giving so much care to his customers (and that it was an actual Mexican that owned the restaurant) - it truly made you feel as though we were his own personal guests.

At his suggestion I ordered a very traditional Mexican dish which was chicken with a mixed spice and bitter chocolate sauce. It was a difficult choice as there were so many unique as well as traditional meals available (and I was amazed at how inexpensive they all were) - but the words "bitter chocolate" did it for me (the owner assured me it was in no way breaking my diet).

I don't really have a sweet tooth and I rarely feel like chocolate - but sometimes it's a necessary part of one's diet (must be something about chocolate containing chemicals that help create serotonin and release endorphins..resulting in instant calmness and an overhwelming happiness...or something like that). Now I was in no way unhappy but I suppose I had been slightly worried during the last week.

You see I had begun thinking that my hair was falling out (it didn't so much look like it was but I could swear it felt thinner) and naturally this led to horrible visions of baldness and other terminal diseases associated with hair loss. The doctor took some tests and finally concluded that I was fine. I must just be stressed. Problem was I didn't feel stressed (which made me stress about my hair even more).

I mean yes the fact I'm getting married in two weeks has caused some excitement and anxiety...and I guess I'm kept busy with all the family commitments leading up to the day and feeling a little bit hungry from double the exercise and half the food...and I admit that work is slightly crazy with a few deadlines closing in on me...and I suppose I did have the odd (but extremely normal) concern that my nose was growing (if you looked from a certain angle while lying down)...and yes I had a very small stress attack (just a split-second one) on the way home the other day when I imagined how horrible life would be if Demis suddenly died...but in no way would I say that I was truly or overly stressed.

There must have been a more accurate reason as to why my hair was falling out.

Mid non-stressing our meals arrived. As I ate the delicious chicken in spicy bitter chocolate sauce, I immediately felt the chemicals doing their magic. I forgot about my hair and let myself glow like a soon-to-be-bride should.

We took our time eating, chatting and enjoying the fact that at that moment we didn't need to think about anything else. The rain continued to fall heavily outside, and we let it. You can do your best to fight off rain with prayers and umbrellas...but ultimately all you can really do is take cover, watch the drops and let it pass.