Some stuff I’ve done in the last three weeks…
Tim Minchin, Palais So you know how I’m utterly parochial, and won’t go to the south unless I categorically, absolutely have to? Well, Boyfriend and I had to brave it in late Feb and had a wonderful time. St Kilda is magical! I ducked in to Worksense on Ackland Street to see if they could cut my fringe. And I had literally the best fringe-related experience ever. The banter was top notch, the quality of the cut unsurpassed, AND he didn’t charge me. If I wasn’t wedded to my hairdresser (same since birth, my aunty) I’d be ALL OVER that place. Amazing.
THEN we went to a good dumpling place. Very ‘soft Asian’ (as opposed to authentic ‘hard Asian’ but yum. THEN we strolled the street up to Tim Minchin. And he was brilliant. Such a consummate, professional performer. As opposed to the experience the next night…
Amanda Palmer, Forum. I love her. I love her. But she has Done That Thing creative people constantly run the risk of doing. She has stopped questioning herself, and disappeared up her own arse.
The support acts were great. And then she came on, and did an amazing 20 minute set.
That took 2.5 hours to complete.
There was a lot of arsing around. To get into her costume, for example: 15 minutes at the start, just running around. It was all very fun and chaotic and drunken for her. Which, you know, is lovely, but we’re not there to see her live out some boho artist fantasy of flying by the seat of her pants. We’re here to see her art.
Millencolin and Pennywise, Palace OMGYG. So initially I was dreading it. I was so tired, work’s been exhausting, etc. so I had dinner and some wine with a friend. Friend poured me into a taxi and I got there 2 minutes before Millencolin went on stage. I was wearing a ridiculously impractical, highly tailored dress (think 50s housewife becomes a nazi goth). A very high-maintenance, delicate and structured look. Opposite of jeans and a band tee. A look that one sports to observe a band from the sidelines. Though the wine, she went straight to my head and I moshed like I was a fucking teenager again, along with about 100 sweaty boys.
I lost an earring. My boss had gifted me them the day before. Luckily some quick googling found me a replacement pair.
But lovers, they were amazing! So much so that I didn’t even stay for Pennywise! (I’ve seen them a bunch of times before). They literally just played hit after hit, every song was one I knew and loved. Perfect for a band that I stopped following circa 2001. God, they were amazing. They made me so happy to be alive.
Jared Leto, at a place of work I managed to do 3 hours of V/O with him when he was in town. And I eye-raped the bejesus out of him. God he’s pretty. Offstandish in real life, but that could be because he had a terrible cough. And because the fat goth was eye-raping him.
Tattoo I got a new one! In my lunch break at work. God, it felt good. And I love it. Moar soon.
Reinterpreting Dessert, Der Raum A. Maze. Ing. $150, 8 courses, 7 cocktails. Fucking spectacular. And I met Melbourne Gastronome! She’s lovely. I’m pretty sure she’s made from 50% Sunshine, 50% Awesome. Boyfriend was also quite taken with her, and I hope to see her again. Perhaps to try the Tour de Force (8 cocktail set menu) again at Der Raum. Mmm, decadent.
Paul Capsis, Spiegeltent Mum and I got stoned, went to sushi train, had a bottle of champagne (with an additional glass for her) and waddled over to see him. He slays me. I want him to play 11 million gigs all the time. The last two things I’ve seen him in (Threepenny Opera and All about My Mother) were pretty shit, and he was underused. So it was lovely to see him, just him. Only an hour, sadly.
Forgotten Fruits High Tea, Southpaw Another mama thing. It was really lovely, but I would have liked the obscure fruits to have been more highlighted. They were made into jams and things, so while it was interesting to taste a ‘familiar yet unfamiliar’ spread, I really didn’t come away with a strong feeling of what the heck shadberry tasted like. The sparkling wine with lavender, and the Pimms jugs, were mega-super-good. The menu: http://www.southpawbar.com.au/hightea.pdf
So yeah. Lots of things. This week, though, has been mercifully quiet. Except for the highlight of a manicure, pedicure and facial at Endota, my second ever and now it’s an addiction. Because I’m that fucking fancy, and clearly needed more overpriced things in which to indulge. But seriously, fuck school fees, fuck baby clothes, I’m spending my money on beautiful, calm ladies smothering my face in varying scented and textured goos.
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