If Saturday was labelled 'chalk' or 'black' or even 'Laurel', then that would make Sunday 'cheese' or 'white' or 'Hardy'. You couldn't get two days more dissimilar. Like matter and anti-matter.
Saturday I did absolutely nothing. Zip. Nada. Sure I showered, did a bit of laundry, did some knitting, and at one point took a walk down the street, but that's it. I didn't do anything social. Didn't really go anywhere. It was cool and windy, and I just kind of stayed in and futzed around, and the time passed.
Sunday on the other hand I was out the door at 8.30 am and didn't get home until 10.30 pm. My friend Judy and I hit the giant Craft & Quilting Fair (shut up) at Darling Harbour first thing. I bought some knitting yarn, we found things both hideous and fabulous to look at, we wandered and wondered.
[Updated: Oh, I should add that one of the highlights of the craft fair was being mistaken for a woman. Judy and I were perusing some yarns, and even though I was sort of turned half towards her, the stall owner said "Can I help you girls?" And you know what, she wasn't being ironic. I would have thought the short crew cut and beard would have tipped her off, but apparently men don't buy yarn. It's a question od context maybe?]
Afterward I hauled ass over to the 75th birthday celebrations for the ABC (the nation's public broadcaster) to have a look around and meet my friend James for lunch. I'm pretty good with crowds, but after a couple of hours of the crush of humanity and playing Dodgem Cars with my shins Vs a few too many strollers I was just about ready to leave (or kill).
Some of the assembled hordes. Note the hundreds of shin destroying strollers.
It was at this exact breaking point when James rescued me by taking me to lunch. As it turns out a Yum Cha lunch in Chinatown + a beer was the perfect antidote. Who knew?
The set of one of my favourite shows "At The Movies", unfortunately sans Margaret & David
James works for the ABC and was being a 'talent' wrangler for the day, so he headed back to face the hordes and I headed off to my third social engagement of the day.
The set of "The Chaser's War On Everything". Kind of like every university share house I have ever visited, only with a model Trojan Horse and stronger lighting.
I met Mikey (the lovely ex) for a few beers at The Green Park hotel in Darlinghurst, or as it turns out the home of the Beautiful People. Man, it's winter here which traditionally means a degree of hibernation, but that memo didn't get around because not only was the pub packed but the handsome quotient was even higher than normal. It was both fabulous and daunting, in roughly equal measures. After a couple of hours we were joined by some more friends, and then headed back to Steve & Bec's house for dinner. A few hours of good food, wine and conversation later and I was headed home in a cab.
So that's my weekend accounted for. How was yours?