Slinking, singing and sparkling
07/02/2004 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIz finally got to go to the concert that we'd been looking forward to all week.
Next time - think I will leave Petunia at home. While we agreed - or so Izzie thought, to meet at the limestone steps at the top of the hill overlooking the river at 6pm - there was no sign of life from Petunia. Like the last time this concert was on - Iz sat there with her copy of 'Goblet of Fire' and some munchies and was reading about the interesting events in the graveyard. But was sort of distracted by also being on the lookout for Petunia. But Petunia was not to be found at the steps at 6pm. 30 minutes later went down the steps to the main area looking but no luck. Iz was getting most mightily miffed and thinking this would be the last time that anyone else would be ever getting an invite and that I would just have to drink the Wynns 98 Cabernet all on my ownsome.
It was pointless looking among the main crowds as there was so many people and Iz was getting peckish just looking at their grand picnic feasts. Some folks even brought their own portable mini barbecues and were happily sizzling sausages and sipping chardonnay. Chicken seemed to be the dish of the day - strange with all this bird flu going around.
Decided to go back for another lurk around 7pm just in time to see her pottering down the steps. She had it in her head that we were to meet at 7pm and had come from the church on the higher side of the hill having left there about 6.20 ish or so. Iz was particularly peeved as I had also been there - it being one of my 'sacred sites' but had left just before 6 in order not to be late. Would have loved to have stayed longer. Also - if I had realized that she was not going to turn up until 7pm - would not have wasted time watching out or wandering around and just got on with reading more Potter without any distractions.
But I guess - the problem is when you make arrangements with people is that you don't expect there to be confusion or misunderstandings. Iz did resort at one stage to get folks to write appointments themselves in the Izzie green book so that they could not say I'd got the date, time or whatever wrong because it would all be there in their OWN writing - group Goblin projects were particulary notorious for this kind of thing.
But was certainly not expecting anything of the sort with my own ma. Simply assumed that she had come at 6pm but had gone to a different place. It's at times like these that a mobile phone would come in handy. In fact, Iz seemed to be the only person without one.
But it was a gorgeous evening in spite of all that and finished with some very pretty fireworks and cost nothing but the nibblies.
As well as the music, we also had a spectacular view of the city and got to see a big fat juicy moon rising over the river
Like the fireworks and stuff two weeks previously, also walked home from there to Petunia's place. At least here I can stay up past midnight without a thought of having to walk home. The bed is ever so conveniently right next to the computer.
Iz has the sneaking suspicion that this evening's free concert by Paul Kelly will have turned out to be infinitely better than tomorrow's sad and pathetic sunset Beach Boys concert - at the beach of course which they are closing off. It is certainly not free - $$90 per person just to sit on the grass and watch a bunch of has beens from more than 40 years ago. What a total rip off. Will be most most curious to see how it goes. It certainly even at this stage did not sell out.
Next time - think I will leave Petunia at home. While we agreed - or so Izzie thought, to meet at the limestone steps at the top of the hill overlooking the river at 6pm - there was no sign of life from Petunia. Like the last time this concert was on - Iz sat there with her copy of 'Goblet of Fire' and some munchies and was reading about the interesting events in the graveyard. But was sort of distracted by also being on the lookout for Petunia. But Petunia was not to be found at the steps at 6pm. 30 minutes later went down the steps to the main area looking but no luck. Iz was getting most mightily miffed and thinking this would be the last time that anyone else would be ever getting an invite and that I would just have to drink the Wynns 98 Cabernet all on my ownsome.
It was pointless looking among the main crowds as there was so many people and Iz was getting peckish just looking at their grand picnic feasts. Some folks even brought their own portable mini barbecues and were happily sizzling sausages and sipping chardonnay. Chicken seemed to be the dish of the day - strange with all this bird flu going around.
Decided to go back for another lurk around 7pm just in time to see her pottering down the steps. She had it in her head that we were to meet at 7pm and had come from the church on the higher side of the hill having left there about 6.20 ish or so. Iz was particularly peeved as I had also been there - it being one of my 'sacred sites' but had left just before 6 in order not to be late. Would have loved to have stayed longer. Also - if I had realized that she was not going to turn up until 7pm - would not have wasted time watching out or wandering around and just got on with reading more Potter without any distractions.
But I guess - the problem is when you make arrangements with people is that you don't expect there to be confusion or misunderstandings. Iz did resort at one stage to get folks to write appointments themselves in the Izzie green book so that they could not say I'd got the date, time or whatever wrong because it would all be there in their OWN writing - group Goblin projects were particulary notorious for this kind of thing.
But was certainly not expecting anything of the sort with my own ma. Simply assumed that she had come at 6pm but had gone to a different place. It's at times like these that a mobile phone would come in handy. In fact, Iz seemed to be the only person without one.
But it was a gorgeous evening in spite of all that and finished with some very pretty fireworks and cost nothing but the nibblies.
As well as the music, we also had a spectacular view of the city and got to see a big fat juicy moon rising over the river
Like the fireworks and stuff two weeks previously, also walked home from there to Petunia's place. At least here I can stay up past midnight without a thought of having to walk home. The bed is ever so conveniently right next to the computer.
Iz has the sneaking suspicion that this evening's free concert by Paul Kelly will have turned out to be infinitely better than tomorrow's sad and pathetic sunset Beach Boys concert - at the beach of course which they are closing off. It is certainly not free - $$90 per person just to sit on the grass and watch a bunch of has beens from more than 40 years ago. What a total rip off. Will be most most curious to see how it goes. It certainly even at this stage did not sell out.
