Wednesday, October 3, 2018

The Tuesday with Bill Bailey

Hi,

What a lovely day yesterday.  Work was work.  But - I did get to see Andrew in the morning for an iced latte and catch up on his mad tramping weekend.  He had two epic days in the hills, grabbing more spot heights and cracked the 100 left barrier.  Oosshh.

Also caught up with Vanessa at Spin after work.  It's been a while since I had this instructor and I like her.  I tried hard to keep up for the hour.  Hahahah.

Had a shower and met Vanessa again at work while we waited for Mike to get there.  Walked with him to Mexico (ok - the restaurant, not the country) and met Momo there.  And then we stuffed the food down as fast as it came out.  It was so good.

Getting back to the car

Iced latte with Andrew @ Machete

At 7:57pm we left and walked fast to Michael Fowler for the Bill Bailey show.  James had bought 3 tickets expecting to go with a good friend, but when she couldn't make it, he decided not to go (it's a special thing with them).  So - we benefited.  We were ushered in and as we took seats 3 rows back and right in front (how did you get those tickets, James???) Bill stepped onto the stage.

And talk about funny!  The man is hilarious - and so smart.  He ad libbed through some stuff, but also had a script he kept to.  And played musical instruments.  Different ones.  Weird ones too.  And a recorder.  Electronic organ.  Some Weber BBQ looking thing that was a weird drum.  An electronic aerial thing.  And about four different guitars.

I laughed and laughed.

Bill opened with a great monologue about how magical New Zealand is.  How we're all healthy and live in a verdant, green country - where we paddle to work and eat fruit from trees outside our windows.  And he loves our birds.  Worked their bird calls into his music routine.

Wandered home via the bright orange car and Momo collected his washing and I collapsed into bed.  Didn't get up at 5am for my Spin class.  Slept in.  Mmmmm.

Need some groceries for tea tonight.

Right. Time for tea.  Have a brilliant day.

Love,
Angela


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