My weekend started on Friday afternoon, as I took the afternoon off to head down to Wellington to see Bill Bailey. Since we were going to drive back after the show, H and I tried for a nap for an hour. I did manage to get some sleep, which is great as I was the one driving.
We picked up H’s two friends (E and N) and had a pleasant, unhurried drive down. I parked at the nearest parking building and we headed down Cuba Street to look for somewhere to eat. There was some interesting street art from the parking building to the street and I would’ve taken photos but we were intent on getting to some toilets. I thought I’d take some on the way back to the car but we came from a different direction and missed them (and I forgot).
We text a couple of other friends (N and M) who were also coming down for the show and heading back the same night. We looked for a BYO as I had a bottle of wine. Unfortunately it was a busy Friday night with lots of people in town. Many places were booked up. We met N and M and the six of us eventually found a plce to eat with one hour to spare. The viognier went quite well with the curries.
Fortunately we were served in plenty of time to eat, pay and head back towards the venue. We were seated further back than the previous time we saw Bill, but the show was better – he had some new material that we hadn’t heard before. I had tears of laughter which was all good. The first time I saw Bill live, I was nearly on the floor rolling around, I was laughing so much. Bill’s always worth the money and the wait. It always surprises me when I mention Bill Bailey and people look at me blankly, even if I mention Black Books, although I knew of Bill way before then when he had his own show (and I wish it were possible to buy the DVD of the show).
I got to bed at 1am and slept reasonably well. I only woke one hour later than I normally would but got up anyway, not being able to get to sleep.
We had arranged to meet two of the same friends (E and N) from the night before at a local international spring festival. We took along one of H’s friends, A. I split from the group and we had our cellphones to contact each other. Turns out we didn’t need them as we kept bumping into each other. There were some good performances from Korean, Thai and Vietnamese students of the college where the festival was held. I missed seeing the Yosakoi and the belly dancing but the Japanese taiko drumming was great, as always.
I missed getting photos of students in Vietnamese national dress – they always look so elegant. I also missed out on a photo of a cute kid. I’m not normally into kids but he was very cute. However, it was nice to see people out enjoying the events and the blossoms and flowers in the gardens.
The day had started off drizzly but by the time we left it was hot and sunny and we all wanted a beer. The two friends headed off and I returned home with H and A, buying some beer on the way. Unfortunately, it wasn’t sunny and hot at my house, but cloudy and threatening rain. Typical.
We had our beers anyway and played a game of Settlers of Catan, introducing A to it for the first time. After which we played Cluedo for the first time in years. H thought it would be fun to dress up for the part so we got out our bags of themed props. I had a Sherlock Holmes pipe and a hat, H dressed up as Miss Scarlett with gloves and scarf and A put on an Egyptian collar, a pirate’s hat and spectacles with a big nose attached (in the shape of a penis). It was hilarious.
The following morning it was confirmed that daylight saving had started so we lost an hour. It was hot and sunny (yay). H and A went for a walk while I did some washing, etc, and read an Agatha Christie in the sunshine. (I’m currently reading all my Agatha Christies and giving away the ones I’m not so keen on. I’ve collected Agatha Christies since I was about 10 years old when I started reading them. It’s a perfect read in summer or just before sleeping, I find.)
When H and A returned A was keen on another game of Settlers of Catan (another person hooked, haha). We played a couple of games (H and I winning one each) and then decided to play The Game of Life, a game which had sat in the wardrobe for probably close on 15 years. H is in the mood for board games lately, which is great. I love board games.
So, the time has zoomed to Sunday evening and H hasn’t cooked yet. My biological clock is going to be confused for the next week or two.
Overall, a great weekend.