High School Musical
Last night, the three of us went to a High School Musical Copycat Concert at the Civic. Having seen High School Musical (the Disney movie) already, the performance was a bit shoddy. Photographs were not allowed, they said, to protect the cast which is why this post is bare. Anyway, it was our first time at the Civic and we thought that the setting rocked but the musical left a lot to be desired. Jayden enjoyed the whole two and a half hours of it, though. It was a kid thing, after all. The cast was from some NZ teen group or something. Alright, it was kind of OK but that's as far as this critic will go. The teeny boppers and their adult companions were raving mad with deliriousness, nonetheless, which just goes to show that it doesn't take much to get Aucklanders (aka NZers) excited!
The main reason we went was that we won the tickets, or rather, R won the tickets! Only the second time we've actually won something in NZ. All in all, however, it has been one of those really nice weekends.
The main reason we went was that we won the tickets, or rather, R won the tickets! Only the second time we've actually won something in NZ. All in all, however, it has been one of those really nice weekends.
Labels: high school musical, Weekend
The Weakend!
After three whole days of school, I thought that I had worked reasonably hard enough for my weekend of useless passing time away, dreaming into the sunset which is really very late these lovely summer days with my beloved (ahem!) and maybe just do some preparatory work for school on Sunday. Really???? You think that that's what I can possibly do? Dream on....
"Beloved" has ideas of his own. They always have to be something to do with gallivanting across the city to something we are totally clueless about till we get there. That's what stuffs it! Anyway, this weekend, I was told to finish my work by Saturday afternoon and continue Sunday so that we could go traipsing to the far north of Auckland (a good hour by car) to see, guess what,,,, a Country Western performance! Yup, be it as I like the music, I decided, why not? J was very impressed with grand old Dad since they share the same genes of wanderlust and whatever else so we had no revolt on that front.
But before we left, R decided that we need to have a BBQ for Saturday lunch, getting totally into the Kiwiana part of our life here. I, as the dutiful wife that I am, obliged with a fantastic fare of butterfly prawns (my son loves me more now) and battered mullets on the grill (yummy, yummy). Let's say that after some Chardonnay, we needed to sleep so sleep we did and woke up in time to rush out for the music show (free, btw).
The friends we went with came totally prepared, chairs, food, booze, et al and we were like the stepchildren in some fairy tale. While they got their seating arrangements sorted, J and I crashed on the grass but food was a concern. We left that to the hunter of the family - the male!
So, tale be told, my "Weakend" was lumbering around McDonald's with the other bloke for a good 45 minutes for food for the family while J and I were supposedly enjoying the music with the other wife and kids. Muu ha ha! Then, Auckland summer as it be, the nippy weather started descending on us poor unsuspecting, under-clothed souls. I decided that we had to scram out before we even got into the fun of things. My "Weakend" was none too pleased with the prospect of hearing me grumble (read hit the roof) during the rest of the weekend so we left peacefully with no debate.
A waste? That's a matter of taste. R was happy, J seemed happy enough, and me, well, I'm me.
"Beloved" has ideas of his own. They always have to be something to do with gallivanting across the city to something we are totally clueless about till we get there. That's what stuffs it! Anyway, this weekend, I was told to finish my work by Saturday afternoon and continue Sunday so that we could go traipsing to the far north of Auckland (a good hour by car) to see, guess what,,,, a Country Western performance! Yup, be it as I like the music, I decided, why not? J was very impressed with grand old Dad since they share the same genes of wanderlust and whatever else so we had no revolt on that front.
But before we left, R decided that we need to have a BBQ for Saturday lunch, getting totally into the Kiwiana part of our life here. I, as the dutiful wife that I am, obliged with a fantastic fare of butterfly prawns (my son loves me more now) and battered mullets on the grill (yummy, yummy). Let's say that after some Chardonnay, we needed to sleep so sleep we did and woke up in time to rush out for the music show (free, btw).
The friends we went with came totally prepared, chairs, food, booze, et al and we were like the stepchildren in some fairy tale. While they got their seating arrangements sorted, J and I crashed on the grass but food was a concern. We left that to the hunter of the family - the male!
So, tale be told, my "Weakend" was lumbering around McDonald's with the other bloke for a good 45 minutes for food for the family while J and I were supposedly enjoying the music with the other wife and kids. Muu ha ha! Then, Auckland summer as it be, the nippy weather started descending on us poor unsuspecting, under-clothed souls. I decided that we had to scram out before we even got into the fun of things. My "Weakend" was none too pleased with the prospect of hearing me grumble (read hit the roof) during the rest of the weekend so we left peacefully with no debate.
A waste? That's a matter of taste. R was happy, J seemed happy enough, and me, well, I'm me.
Labels: Rantus Minora, Weekend
