The Weekend That Was
Well now, that was a fun weekend...
It started off angst-ridden, as all good weekends should. And angst is always better if the focus of the angst, the angstee if you will, is in Far Off Climes. And you frantically send emails to various places, each one more insistent and, well, cranky, than the last... hoping against hope that some reply will be forthcoming.
And then a phone call arrives 30 minutes later, by which time you've completely forgotten about the angst and then you're pleasantly surprised though also maybe just a teensy bit peeved, because you've just settled down for some quality Black Books viewing.
But the angst is eased, and you get to be both Big Sisterly (Bossy) and big sisterly (supportive), and then have a very interesting and intelligent discussion about the upcoming election. You get to learn things and see Defence from a different perspective, and you miss the angstee with all your heart and with all your mind and with all your soul.
And then you discover that your tenses are really completely rooted and move right along to the next part...
Saturday morning I got my hair cut and my eyebrows waxed (seriously, GW, they are awesome, I am a little in love with them right now). It's a new waxer, because long story short, I needed a new waxer. It's a geography thing. But in the hurdy-gurdy of scheduling waxing and hair-cutting on a Saturday morning, I kinda forgot the central reason for even being in Woonona on a Saturday morning, which of course is getting the Big Girls to ballroom dancing lessons. Whooops! We walked in halfway through, and I felt like a twit, but the teacher didn't care and told the girls just to go dance... and while I thought 'Score! They get half a lesson for free!' Miss M just glared and glowered and sulked, as she hates being late for stuff. And being noticed for all the wrong reasons. For an ultra-confident extrovert, she sure hates being looked at.
She got over it.
Then we did shopping and the girls fought over who got to take the trolley back at Aldi (so they can keep the $2) and I think we'll just leave the overwhelming domesticity shall we?
Then I made scones and we had friends pop over for high tea. That was fun. I got to cuddle the boy with a head so huge it has it's own weather system.*
And then I realised 'Shit! It's 4:30 and we so need to be somewhere else very soon', so we kicked our friends out (they were sconed out anyways) and there was a mad scramble to get ready and then we were on our way to...
dump the kids at my parent's place and then on to...
Newtown, where we were meeting friends (more of them! I know!) at the Bank Hotel for tea before heading to...
The Vanguard! To see Andrew Webb and David Knoplfer. And I'm giving Andrew linkage because a) he's awesome and b) I've finally got around to sending him this url so he totally gets a shout-out.
Thoughts:
The Vanguard - less 'swanky', more 'tart's boudoir'. It was probably the exquisite placement of standard lamps that created the effect. So I had a Brandy Alexander, as it seemed most appropriate.
Andrew - awesome - see above.
The Other Band - crap. Also, looked 12 years old. Also, bass player quite obviously counting.
David Knopfler - better looking than his brother (not hard) bouffant middle-aged-man hair notwithstanding. Nicer voice than his brother (also not hard). Can anyone explain to me why I thought Dire Straits were from Scotland**... anyone? anyone? I was very confused when he started wittering on about Deptford. Also, confused as to lack of Scottish accent.
It was a lovely night, catching up with old friends, making new ones... Great music, great conversation... All good.
Yesterday, for some unknown reason, I was completely exhausted. I probably didn't help this by having a Gin Tasting session before dinner. I thought it was a brilliant idea, seeing as I'd bought myself some Blackwood's the other day. So I set up the Tanqueray Ten, the Blackwoods and the Bombay, and tried to see if I could taste the difference. And I can... I can also make various learned statements about juniper and exotic botanicals while doing so...
But by last night, well, I very very very nearly fell asleep while watching Idol. I didn't, but that may have been the Big Girls giggling pointedly at me.
Ay ay ay, not very sensible when I have such a busy week ahead of me. ***
* Points for naming the reference &etc &etc.
** Further research (ie, wikipedia) has just informed me that he was born in Glasgow. HA! Take THAT MrB!
*** Also, have just realised this was my 300th post. Woohoo, Go Me! etc.
It started off angst-ridden, as all good weekends should. And angst is always better if the focus of the angst, the angstee if you will, is in Far Off Climes. And you frantically send emails to various places, each one more insistent and, well, cranky, than the last... hoping against hope that some reply will be forthcoming.
And then a phone call arrives 30 minutes later, by which time you've completely forgotten about the angst and then you're pleasantly surprised though also maybe just a teensy bit peeved, because you've just settled down for some quality Black Books viewing.
But the angst is eased, and you get to be both Big Sisterly (Bossy) and big sisterly (supportive), and then have a very interesting and intelligent discussion about the upcoming election. You get to learn things and see Defence from a different perspective, and you miss the angstee with all your heart and with all your mind and with all your soul.
And then you discover that your tenses are really completely rooted and move right along to the next part...
Saturday morning I got my hair cut and my eyebrows waxed (seriously, GW, they are awesome, I am a little in love with them right now). It's a new waxer, because long story short, I needed a new waxer. It's a geography thing. But in the hurdy-gurdy of scheduling waxing and hair-cutting on a Saturday morning, I kinda forgot the central reason for even being in Woonona on a Saturday morning, which of course is getting the Big Girls to ballroom dancing lessons. Whooops! We walked in halfway through, and I felt like a twit, but the teacher didn't care and told the girls just to go dance... and while I thought 'Score! They get half a lesson for free!' Miss M just glared and glowered and sulked, as she hates being late for stuff. And being noticed for all the wrong reasons. For an ultra-confident extrovert, she sure hates being looked at.
She got over it.
Then we did shopping and the girls fought over who got to take the trolley back at Aldi (so they can keep the $2) and I think we'll just leave the overwhelming domesticity shall we?
Then I made scones and we had friends pop over for high tea. That was fun. I got to cuddle the boy with a head so huge it has it's own weather system.*
And then I realised 'Shit! It's 4:30 and we so need to be somewhere else very soon', so we kicked our friends out (they were sconed out anyways) and there was a mad scramble to get ready and then we were on our way to...
dump the kids at my parent's place and then on to...
Newtown, where we were meeting friends (more of them! I know!) at the Bank Hotel for tea before heading to...
The Vanguard! To see Andrew Webb and David Knoplfer. And I'm giving Andrew linkage because a) he's awesome and b) I've finally got around to sending him this url so he totally gets a shout-out.
Thoughts:
The Vanguard - less 'swanky', more 'tart's boudoir'. It was probably the exquisite placement of standard lamps that created the effect. So I had a Brandy Alexander, as it seemed most appropriate.
Andrew - awesome - see above.
The Other Band - crap. Also, looked 12 years old. Also, bass player quite obviously counting.
David Knopfler - better looking than his brother (not hard) bouffant middle-aged-man hair notwithstanding. Nicer voice than his brother (also not hard). Can anyone explain to me why I thought Dire Straits were from Scotland**... anyone? anyone? I was very confused when he started wittering on about Deptford. Also, confused as to lack of Scottish accent.
It was a lovely night, catching up with old friends, making new ones... Great music, great conversation... All good.
Yesterday, for some unknown reason, I was completely exhausted. I probably didn't help this by having a Gin Tasting session before dinner. I thought it was a brilliant idea, seeing as I'd bought myself some Blackwood's the other day. So I set up the Tanqueray Ten, the Blackwoods and the Bombay, and tried to see if I could taste the difference. And I can... I can also make various learned statements about juniper and exotic botanicals while doing so...
But by last night, well, I very very very nearly fell asleep while watching Idol. I didn't, but that may have been the Big Girls giggling pointedly at me.
Ay ay ay, not very sensible when I have such a busy week ahead of me. ***
* Points for naming the reference &etc &etc.
** Further research (ie, wikipedia) has just informed me that he was born in Glasgow. HA! Take THAT MrB!
*** Also, have just realised this was my 300th post. Woohoo, Go Me! etc.
posted by actonb at 11:38 am
7 Comments:
On the topic of hair removal I have just discovered the joys of hair removal via epilady. Highly recommended for legs and nther parts but don't think I could risk it on the brows.
Yay AB.
I'm sure your eyebrows are perfectly lovely!
And also Leilani, can I share love of epildady style machines. Particularly useful for underarms.
That's too much sharing, isn't it?
Girls - The epilady? For reals? Coz I remember trying it once and it killed. But they had them in Aldi the other day and I was tempted...
Am I sharing my love of Aldi too much?
is there such a thing as an epiman??
my sisters had an epilady and they would come out of the bathroom in tears....as an older brother should, i dutifully gave them stick about it. after one such ribbing, i was challenged by one of them to use it on my leg.
i did, and it did KILL......(i didn't cry though)
Yes, AB, the Knopflers were Glasweigens for a few years, till they moved to Geordieland (Newcastle-upon-tyne). The rabbiting about Deptford would be cos when he and Mark shifted down to London to try and Make It Big, they squatted in a flat there, met John Illsley, and the rest, as they say, is history.
David is an enigma - he was never going to be as talented as his big brother, and by the third Dire Straits album, Mark was look for an excuse to rid him of his brother. However, we are indebted to him eternally, for suggesting to mark that he write a song about the times they spent as kids, going to the fairground, and visiting the amusement park at Whitley Bay, on the coast at Newcastle. The result, Tunnel of Love, is, as far as Mountjoy is concerned, the greatest 8'12" commited to tape.
David was allegedly screwed by Mark's manager in later years - things like making sure the promotional budget for any Greatest Hits albums were so large, that they ate up the royalties David might have been owed. He is a real gentleman: He signed my copy of DS' emponymous 1st album when he was on a solo tour in 1985 - despite being growingly frustrated at fans only interested in the 2 years he spent in DS, rather than his solo career that has now lasted longer than DS did...
I got into a very nasty fight regarding the lineage of the Knofler boys once. Unsurprisingly it was at a trivia night. Unsurprisingly my team mate disagreed with me and put down they were English. Surprisingly when we then lost by half a point I did not yell, or cry, or say I told you so.
I simply poured my beer in their lap.
Uneducated swine.
LB - an epiman is the same thing, only in a masculine shade of blue :)
Donnie - hee! thought I'd get a response to the Knopfler bait! He did seem quite lovely, and my friend has just informed me that he jammed with David and Harry after his monday night gig (for which he was also doing support) and that they were wonderful... jealous?
OMel - I thought I had the Scottish thing in my head because of Local Hero, at least that's how I rationalised it after being poo-poohed by MrB and others... But it TURNS OUT I WAS RIGHT!. I do like that result.
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