Off to Brisbane this week to celebrate a number of worthy occasions.
Hugo is home for the week, always worthy of celebrating and a couple of family birthday's.
Hugo and I headed to the City on Tuesday, seeing the accountant and then heading to the Absinthe Circus Show. It had some great acts, but we left there a bit disappointed and so stopped by the Grand Central for a nightcap. One drink turned into 10 and before we knew it, we had missed the last train home and we headed back down the ramp to catch a cab.
Cate turns 18 and the family has chosen to head to the big smoke to celebrate in style. Eat Street Markets, complete with Mulled Wine and Curry on Friday night, before airport collections began
Saturday saw the sun rise on a Beautiful winters day in Qld, off to the Farmers Market in Carseldine, before heading to UQ to watch CD play AFL.
Sometimes a tough and hard hitting match, and at others it looked like a Under 8's Soccer Game, such as the girls were huddled around the ball, leaving so much of the field a wide open paddock.
From there it was off to Chermside to catch up with the others, have lunch and head back to the City Castle to regroup.
Saturday Night saw us heading to the Boundary Street Markets for dinner, drinks and music, before the oldies headed home and the youngies headed to the Valley via the Casino.
Uneventful trip home to the Castle on the train, and barely awoken by the kids getting home safely at 2.30am.
Sunday saw the kids backing up their efforts at Eat Street for lunch, Hugo and I adopting a much more sedate approach and lunching at home before making dinner for some of Hugo's family who visited for dinner and a cake to celebrate CD's and AB's birthdays.. As neither of those two arrived for dinner, Cate did the honours of cutting the cake and little Miss Almost 2 was transfixed.
Passing the plate back to her Mum and saying Get More, was a fair indication that the cake was a hit.
All in all, a great week, and after putting Hugo back on the plane bound for NSW this morning, I headed home to prepare for the end of the financial year onslaught of book work.
Tuesday, 23 June 2015
Adelaide - and Ice Hockey
A quick over nighter to Adelaide - as one does when craving for the company of a kindred spirit.
Flying in to meet at the airport, a quick hello to the boys from WFS and off to the city to check into the Hotel.
There's excitement in the air today, its a cold and wet Adelaide Winters Day and the fans from both local AFL teams are swarming around the pubs n clubs close to the Adelaide Oval.
Given the weather, I am glad that I have chosen to surprise Hugo with some tickets to the Ice Hockey instead of the footy tonight.
Off to the rink early, and found the most incredible and bizarre shop right next door. It had 12 foot tall Indian Statues, Elephants, and Statues of the Blues Brothers and Elvis, nestled right beside replica claw foot baths and neon signs.
It was really cool and a great place to while away 30 minutes out of the weather.
Ice Hockey Arena opened and in we went, amongst the fans from the Sydney Ice Dogs and the local Adelaide Adrenaline - we knew instantly that, although dressed in our best winter clothes, Qld designers just don't think about Southern winters, let alone ice hockey when they create the northern winter collection.
The arena was packed 20 minutes before the game even started, the music was loud, the fans louder.. and then it started. Within 2 minutes of the puck being dropped I had my hands over my eyes, peeking through at the fighting and wrestling taking place on the centre line. Uh Oh, I hate fighting in sport, what was I thinking, how the heck am I going to endure another 45 minutes of this..
For some weird reason Ice Hockey plays 3 3rds, two of 15 minutes and one of 20 minutes. Now, I am a maths nerd and borderline OCD, so you can imagine how I coped when the game took almost 2 hours to complete? How does that happen?
In the end though, I was cheering and clapping, singing and shouting just like the rest of the fans, I think I could easily become addicted to Ice Hockey if it played anywhere within cooee of us.
Almost sad to see the end of the game, we caught the local tram and headed to the Union hotel for dinner and drinks - as the cold wet weather set in, it was a warm respite from the cold, and we awoke the next morning a little less enthusiastic about the day than we were the day before.
Off to Sydney on a lunch time flight, a quick coffee before parting ways and heading different directions yet again..
Flying in to meet at the airport, a quick hello to the boys from WFS and off to the city to check into the Hotel.
There's excitement in the air today, its a cold and wet Adelaide Winters Day and the fans from both local AFL teams are swarming around the pubs n clubs close to the Adelaide Oval.
Given the weather, I am glad that I have chosen to surprise Hugo with some tickets to the Ice Hockey instead of the footy tonight.
Off to the rink early, and found the most incredible and bizarre shop right next door. It had 12 foot tall Indian Statues, Elephants, and Statues of the Blues Brothers and Elvis, nestled right beside replica claw foot baths and neon signs.
It was really cool and a great place to while away 30 minutes out of the weather.
Ice Hockey Arena opened and in we went, amongst the fans from the Sydney Ice Dogs and the local Adelaide Adrenaline - we knew instantly that, although dressed in our best winter clothes, Qld designers just don't think about Southern winters, let alone ice hockey when they create the northern winter collection.
The arena was packed 20 minutes before the game even started, the music was loud, the fans louder.. and then it started. Within 2 minutes of the puck being dropped I had my hands over my eyes, peeking through at the fighting and wrestling taking place on the centre line. Uh Oh, I hate fighting in sport, what was I thinking, how the heck am I going to endure another 45 minutes of this..
For some weird reason Ice Hockey plays 3 3rds, two of 15 minutes and one of 20 minutes. Now, I am a maths nerd and borderline OCD, so you can imagine how I coped when the game took almost 2 hours to complete? How does that happen?
In the end though, I was cheering and clapping, singing and shouting just like the rest of the fans, I think I could easily become addicted to Ice Hockey if it played anywhere within cooee of us.
Almost sad to see the end of the game, we caught the local tram and headed to the Union hotel for dinner and drinks - as the cold wet weather set in, it was a warm respite from the cold, and we awoke the next morning a little less enthusiastic about the day than we were the day before.
Off to Sydney on a lunch time flight, a quick coffee before parting ways and heading different directions yet again..
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