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[Apr. 19th, 2009|01:44 pm] |
The reason for our adventures in Melbourne was SJ and Essie's fabulous Really Big Party, which we attended yesterday at Glen Harrow, in Belgrave. Glen Harrow is a beautiful old estate, located really close to Puffing Billy!
It was a beautiful day, hanging out with heaps of lovely people, chatting and having fun and loving SJ and Essie, who are absolute darlings. I love them both a lot + a lot. They both looked beautiful and like they were having a great day and I'm so pleased they decided to have this ceremony, and that they wanted to share it with us. <3333333
Due to the cold weather I opted for a three-piece suit and tie, and the most awesome cufflinks ever (photos later if I find some). However, many lovely people elected to actually adhere to the dress code of Mad Hatter's Party meets the Great Gatsby, and the location was perfect for such a theme. The cold weather meant the fires were lit, and it was cold and dreary outside but warm and delightful inside the old building. There were flowers on the tables and everybody scrapbooked a page for SJ and Essie's book, which was a lot of fun. We had known in advance so we brought supplies, but Jen2 supplied ribbons and fabric and textas and stamps and all sorts of fantastic things, and it was such a great activity.
There was live music and recorded music, and cucumber sandwiches, and card games, and tea, and sushi, and our Melbourne peeps and some Perth peeps, and two lovely ladies in two lovely dresses (and Essie's bustle was amazing. amazing!). It was such a wonderful really big party, and not to be repetitious but I love them.
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[Mar. 16th, 2009|05:26 pm] |
wooo really big parties
Spent the Ides of March cooking curry and then wedding-ing it up. Operation: Wedded Squee was successfully achieved, Rick and Kandace got married and then had a party. The weather was a bit on the warm side, so we loitered in the bar at the Hilton for several hours before the reception. The vegan food was excellent, I especially enjoyed the potato and leek soup, and that we got vegan chocolate when everyone else got their non-vegan favours. I love really big parties, everyone dresses up and then we sometimes get to dance (though the speakers were awful, and people didn't really dance boo).
Awesome things: Selphie was dressed like a super hero; chatting with people; dancing; frantically calling Adam with a Mandarin Emergency; Quinn's skirt; the shade of green; my cheong sam; April's dress; so many people had pocket watches; some people looking dashing.
<333 Rick and Kandace
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| i loved you in this t-shirt of mine |
[Dec. 15th, 2008|09:54 pm] |
Things I did this weekend: got dunked down at Swanbourne.
I don't usually venture the whole three kilometres North to Swanbourne, content as I am to laze about on the grass at Cottesloe, in close proximity to gelato and hot chips, but D and I wandered down to hang with Sheeba, Zanchey and Zanchey's dog Jackie. First beach trip for the summer and it was beautiful, 37C in the day and by 1800 when we rocked down it was just under that, enough full sun to get thrown about by the water and I felt like I was ten again, picking up shells and getting dunked in the surf. I understand that some people are scared of waves but they were just shallow enough that there was no danger, though I did get a bit of sandburn. There's now sand in the fridge, too, it clung to the unopened stubbies.
I look forward to more of this, now the summer weather is here, picnics and sunsets on the beach and sand between my toes, coming home smelling of sunscreen and salt and with a damp hat.
If you click through on these photos, there are a couple more of yesterday's beachiness.
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| tell the whole world what it's all about |
[Nov. 9th, 2008|11:08 pm] |
My Weekend, by Stephanie Penguin, aged 26 and a bit;
On Thursday night we went to Deville's Pad in Perth, just beside McIver Station. Took ten minutes to walk there from home, which was handy, though I was a bit chilly in my stockings and flapper-wear. Deville's Pad was the location of our first function for the Really Bigger Deal, which we then attended for most of the weekend.
Friday night I baked some muffins, forward planning for the weekend ahead.
On Saturday morning we wandered in to town, I detoured to my Chinese class and Davyd wandered on to catch a bus to the Mount Hawthorn Community Centre, which incidentally is a pretty awesome venue for dancing. Whilst I tortured myself at Chinese, and then at archery (where I was complimented quite frequently on my XKCD 'stand back i'm going to try science' shirt), Davyd attended a full day of swing dancing workshops. Later that evening we danced until we ached at the New Orleans Jazz Jubilee, costumes were dubiously New Orleans (though a lot of the costumes were still quite excellent). The band for the evening was Mace Francis and the Hounds. They were a great band, though they spent a lot of time shuffling through their sheet music between songs.
 
Rocked back up to Mount Hawthorn this morning for a full day of workshops. I was exhausted by the end of it, and am still aching now, an ache and exhaustion not helped by attending a speakeasy this evening!
Speakeasies were a product of the Prohibition in the USA, they would illicitly sell alcohol, there would sometimes be dancing and music and gambling, and occasionally there would be raids.
To enter the Jazz Cellar one must first pass through a telephone box! There was a password and descent into the cellar, there was moonshine and music was provided by the Corner House Jazz Band. There was poker and gambling in the corner, and later in the evening there was a police raid. Costumes this evening were excellent, lots of awesome flapper dresses, and ladies offering cigars. The music and the atmosphere was lots of fun. It was incredibly awesome.
 
Our teachers for this weekend were Isabella and Vincenzo from Italy. They were fantastic teachers, and I learnt so much. And they dance so fast! Swing is filled with such a mixture of speeds, as is most jazz, but I forget how fast it can get and watching them swing out was really breathtaking, they looked like they were going to hit things! I aspire to look that fantastic in my swing outs (and to improve my Charlestons).
Swing dancing: <3
All Photos: here (I especially recommend our Speakeasy set, it is pretty cool)
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| never gonna run around and desert you |
[Sep. 29th, 2008|09:19 pm] |
It was a beautiful spring afternoon yesterday, great for a garden wedding. We were out by the Swan Shell at Burswood, flowers and grass and a garden, and yet there were so few hats. Wear hats to outdoor weddings!
I would have worn a hat or a fascinator, as is my wont, but I wasn't sure it went with the suit.
When Davyd told me that Alex had proposed to Liz (last October), I woke up the next morning and called him a liar. I lived with Alex for a while, and I feel this gives me a certain insight to his character, as I mentioned yesterday in my speech. I gave a speech! So that was awesome. Embarrassing stories I told: Alex and his long showers; Alex and his obsession with planes and coins; the pasta sauce story; Alex and his appreciation for my Cosmopolitan magazine collection. I also included lines written by Mr Rick Astley, as did Alexa and Caitlin in their speech. People who did not quote Mr Rick Astley: Alex and Liz, even though they had suggested it in the first place.
Even though I lived with Alex, and had to put up with some pretty crappymildly annoying stuff, he is still a pretty awesome friend, and I was really chuffed to be asked to stand with him yesterday and be the Best Person there. And Liz is also pretty awesome, I hope I was helpful to them yesterday and in the lead up, and in more than just a halping sort of way. I adore them both.
Also awesome: I got to wear a suit! And I looked after the rings, and Alex and Liz got married and we spent one million years posing for photos. As we were leaving, a gigantic wedding party turned up to take their photos at UWA, there were seriously 15 people in the wedding party. And then we detoured via the Junction Ice Creamery, a wedding party and a woman in a big foofy white dress, it was fantastic. The reception was at Mulberry on Swan, and it was a buffet with four vegan options (amongst the nine options + six salads), please note people who use buffets for catering: this is the loving way to provide for the vegans in your life (I love you Alex + Liz!). "special meals" are embarrassing and lazy, and I will elaborate more on this later.
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[Sep. 15th, 2008|07:55 pm] |
a paper lantern for moon festival
The Moon Festival is the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, and it has been years since my last Moon Festival Party. As a child we'd form a procession around the property, carefully holding our lanterns before us so as to not burn the delicate cellophane membrane. I remember eating lots of food, and wearing colourful clothes and ultimately burning holes in my butterfly lanterns, every year, without fail.
This year I spent much of the month before Moon Festival in Penang, and as I wandered the streets I was surrounded by stalls selling lanterns of many colours, in paper and cellophane and that new novelty, the battery powered plastic lantern. There were delicious moon cakes and the promise of festivities, and the events of this last month coupled with the looming presence of Moon Festival Future found me determined to host a Moon Party all of my own.
I've posted about the menu at my other blog, which you can find here. I spent about four hours cooking for it, laksa and nasi goreng and gado gado and so many old favourite foods. I bought tamari and made gluten-free passionfruit melting moments, and then I accidentally poisoned Helen with the kuih bangkit, which was not made from rice flour. People ate (and apparently enjoyed) the mooncakes, which pleased me very much, and it was an excellent evening, and I am very appreciative of everyone who came to celebrate the Moon Festival with me.
penguin in a portrait
In other news, we have a new bean bag in the study (it is red!), and this evening I discovered that Matthew Chuk (the UWA guild hack) has a wikipedia entry. |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2008|12:33 pm] |
Last night was the 30th birthday party of UniSFA. I was going to talk about how awesome Gina's speech was (and how awesome Gina is in general), and how great it was to chat with some people, but my memories of specifics are hazy. I met so many of my friends through UniSFA, it's been such a pivotal part of my life and it looms less large, now, but for a few years there it was one of the most important things in my life.
Davyd and I took a number of photos, Davyd's been playing around with his portraiture technique, and though I love photo journalism I'm not so sure how I feel about it with portraiture.
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| a gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four |
[Jul. 27th, 2008|09:59 pm] |
native plants and things
This morning it rained and it was cold, but still I wandered out for National Tree Day. It's been years since I've done any serious planting, but it was quite a lot of fun! And really appeals to my hippy sense of saving the planet, planting native trees in the rain. The soil was all damp and soft, and so dry about half a trowel down, and then I came home and had to throw all my clothes in the sink I was so wet. It was great.
In comparison, yesterday was cold but dry, and I couldn't see down half the street due to the fog, which was exciting when I was walking to my Chinese class. It then burned off clear and bright by lunch time when I was walking home.
Last night Davyd and I went Lindy Hopping at Royal Hall. We go to classes in Subiaco once a week and it was good to get out and social dance for an evening. I always mess up but it's always great fun, and I love any excuse to go dancing.
I would put out a photo of Davyd dancing, but he rejected them all, so have one of me instead.
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[Jul. 11th, 2008|08:58 pm] |
This week's been pretty terrible in terms of my photography. I've been using Toy Camera (Ixus 55) all week, which is not as good as using the 450D, but I was waiting for the bus and just had to try for this shot, this evidence that it is freezing cold. Littering Man (my usual morning companion at the bus stop) gave me the funniest looks, but you don't get anywhere if you don't take risks (and put up with judgements by strangers), so. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|05:14 pm] |
When I was little, of course I saw the Peter Combe clips on the ABC and of course I knew all the words to 'Toffee Apple,' but I never had the opportunity to go to a show. It's funny, then, that in the last twelve months I've been to two of them, and they've both been awesome. Claire was a little skeptical when we first went, but by the end of it she remembered all the words and had to run off to by an album or two.
And now I am 26.
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| some penguins had a party and all their friends came |
[Apr. 22nd, 2008|10:09 pm] |
We woke on Saturday morning to rain, a constant droning on the roof. I love it when it rains, but rainy days are days for cooking things for hours and staying indoors, not holding garden parties.
We ventured out to my old hairdresser, a hilarious woman named Fran who works out of Cutting Edge in Midland. There was some consultation as I produced the ornate things I wanted to slot into my hair, and some confusion as I kept complaining about height and body, which I inexplicably loathe in hair.
 My hair piece was actually formed out of the middle piece of a traditional Malay headpiece. The pieces are usually worn on top of the head, facing forwards, to form sun rays emerging from the head. There was no way I was doing this, though, and I prefer wearing my hair with pieces through it, so I felt this was a nice compromise. The headpiece belongs to a Malaysian girl with whom I work.
We returned from hair related things to discover that the marquee looked amazing. The marquee was only completed at 0800, in the rain, and then Davyd, Bernard, Zanchey, Matt, Essie, Linda and Michael started setting the tables and putting things in place, and by the time we returned it looked fantastic, all the cranes scattered on the tables and the napkins folded beautifully.
 I bought all of the hanging decorations on a recent trip to Melbourne, so if anyone happens to know of anyone who needs to use some Chinese wedding decorations, let me know. Also, the 120 pairs of chopsticks were found by rummaging through the drawers in my mother's kitchen, and in our kitchen. Chinese homes tend to have an excess of chopsticks, due to the tradition of purchasing an entire new set every Chinese New Year. As such, if anyone needs to borrow a whole lot of chopsticks, again, let me know.
At about 1300 Matt went on an emergency run to Bunnings to buy mats to put by marquee's entry, to stop people from sinking into the damp grass there. By the time he returned the rain had stopped, though, and the sun had come out, and that was awesome.
Amanda and SJ were amazing with my makeup. They threw me in a makeup chair at Myer in Perth, where the woman at the Clinique counter painted things on my face and we found perfect lips and eyes at Shishedo, both of which I've blogged about previously. I was not first to get my makeup done on the day - first was SJ's mum, who wanted her makeup to be done in time for her to watch kickoff of the derby.
My wedding dress was tailored for me by a bespoke tailor in Penang in 2005. It sounds ridiculous, especially given we didn't actually do anything else wedding related in the time between July 2005 and setting the date in December 2007, but three years later I still believe it was the best decision. I knew then that I would be wearing the qipao when we married, and at that point I was about to turn 23, and hadn't changed weight or shape in about six years. It is expensive to tailor qipao in Australia, and there was no way I was spending AUD$500+ for some sort of one wear only dress. A qipao is designed to be worn again, not worn once.
 Two weeks before the wedding I tried the dress on, and the zipper broke. I had it repaired by Snip N Stitch clothing alterations, who were happy to do the repairs but told me I had to find the invisible zip on my own, as very long, bright red invisible zips were hard to come by around here. Fortunately the crazy wool store at Subi crossroads had some. Cost of repairs plus zip was $32.95.
The qipao fit fine, though you should note that they're made to fit snug, which made sitting a challenge. "I have to hike my skirt up," I complained to my mother, later. "That's how it works," she replied, like it was something I already knew but had obviously forgotten. It also made bending over a chore, so all night I made people pick things up for me. Essie reminded me, though, at least I was still able to go to the loo on my own, some wedding dresses require assistance when you sit to pee.
It is customary to wait one month after the birth of a baby before gift giving. This is a hold over from the days when babies would often die during their first few days, and pragmatically there is no point giving gifts to a baby who dies a few days later. The gifts are also gifts and wishes for the baby's future, usually represented by a whole lot of gold jewellery. It is this that I was wearing, the gold given to me after my first month, so that I was draped in the wishes of my family.
 For the longest time I was determined not to hold a bouquet. At the last, I was convinced to hold something, so I agreed to a bouquet, but only if it could be styled similarly to the bouquets that Tom and Max's bridesmaids held a few years ago. The result, designed by Linda, was simply magnificent. It was understated yet bright and not all droopy like a teardrop, and I loved it.
As I peered out the window, waiting for the time to be right, and for all to be ready, I was delighted to discover that many people had turned up with hats and fascinators, and in Alex's case with a cane. Maelkann wore a bright orange suit, as promised, and my view from the window was all bright colours and big hats and I was so pleased.
I was reluctant to do a stately walk down the aisle, there's so much possession and propriety implicit in that. The compromise was that Davyd, Zanchey, Bernard, SJ and Susie would chat with people somewhere around the frontish area, whilst dad and I would meander over. I sank slowly into the ground as I walked, and my stocking slowly failed (I couldn't wear a garter belt as the qipao has no give for it, and the elastic on the stay-up failed).
The sun was in our eyes, because although we'd run through the day before, we'd ended up in the wrong position, so halfway through the ceremony we crept forward, out of the glare. At prodding from the celebrant, we included anecdotes and readings, how we met through Sailor Moon and then SJ read a bit from Now We Are Six, because everybody loves a Pooh quote.
Later, we took a giant group photo. Afterwards, we dismissed friends to play croquet and cricket (thanks to dr k and dave for the croquet set, and grahame for the cricket set), and half of Davyd's extended family took "and if you're family, you have to stick around for more photos" as an opportunity to nick off to the pub to watch the end of the derby. A number of friends ran off to the Junction for icecream, though many of them managed to get lost. In hindsight, we should have included directions to the Junction as part of the wedding pack, along with the map to the venue.
group photo, sans amanda and essie :o(
We meandered around the estate, taking photos as they occurred to us and pausing for champagne, and for me to unlock my ibook. I discarded the failing stockings before we headed to the marquee, where many of our friends were already well into the beer, and had almost demolished the Squire.
 On a table to the side was a basket from Singapore, overflowing with ang pau and surrounded by envelopes. The Chinese custom shies away from registries and gifts, leaning more towards things that will fit in little red envelopes, that is, money and jewellery. This is considered more practical. "No one is writing their name!" my mother despaired, so now we have no idea who gave what. It is usual to take note of each red packet, the amount and who gave it, but I prefer it this way. Now, if someone chose not to give us anything, we will never know, and that is fine because gifts should be no obligation, anyway.
A Chinese wedding banquet is a lavish, extended affair, comprising eight to ten courses (not including dessert), each served individually to the middle of the table, for communal eating. It is sprawling, taking usually about two to three hours, and it is important to eat selectively at each course, or by meal's end you can find yourself bloated, and unable to sample the delicious dishes which round out the banquet. I have blogged about the catering we used in my foodie blog here, and about our delicious vegan and gluten-free (double chocolate and raspberry) wedding cupcakes here.
 Although the catering was done by Lotus, and the cupcakes were constructed by Susie, Amanda, Sajee and Essie in a feat of awesome, and the fruit was prepared by my mother and an auntie, the serving and related was done by Linda and Michael, with assistance from two of the kids from archery and a colleague of Davyd's.
Linda and Michael went above and beyond, volunteering to come early Saturday morning to assist with setup, and staying late to help us clear away. All we'd wanted them to do was coordinate the food! Their help was amazing and we are so appreciative of their contribution to the Really Big Party. Linda also did all the flower related things, my beautiful tiny bouquet and the corsages and buttons.
There were a handful of speeches, limit of 120 seconds. SJ wrote hers onto a crane; we had to wait for her to unfold it. There was some music and some dancing, cheers to Meggie for using her contacts to get us the sound gear. I turned around at one point to discover that some people I occasionally call friends had loaded some very choice songs onto my ibook, cheers for that, guys. Whereby 'choice' should be prefaced by 'questionable.'
Linda, Michael, Zanchey and Bernard stayed with us until well past midnight, cleaning and clearing and putting away. Eventually, exhausted, we kicked everyone out though the job was unfinished, and waved Linda and Michael off, and we four tumbled into the car and Bernard drove us all home.
As Zanchey stumbled out of the car at 0130, he reached behind Davyd's head and withdrew a top hat. "Oh, what!" I exclaimed, that he had not worn it in photos, and he shut the door and we drove away.
Thank you so much to everyone who came, it was delightful and both Davyd and I had an excellent Party, and we hope that everyone else did, too.
Photos:
- Full set of photos taken by Amanda can be found here. There are about 600 of them, though, so I have posted a small selection of my favourites here
- Some can be found here by my frellie
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- essie's picks of her own photos; full set can be found here
- essie's picks of amanda's photos
- these were photos taken by thanners
- Anil took some photos which you can find here
- Photos by Davyd's dad can be found here
- Photos by Alex here (everyone is pulling such dour faces, though!)
Please let me know if you have some that aren't linked here, and if you've taken some but haven't put them up please do that and let me know.
Financial analysis to follow when it all gets sorted out. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2008|09:47 pm] |
Not dead, though I've been followed through Malaysia by this dreadful Rick Astley song, I hate you all.
Had the Really Big Party last Saturday, it was lots of fun and though it rained all Friday night and well into Saturday, it stopped raining in time for the ground to dry out and the sun to appear. I still sank into the wet grass though, so that was fun.
Spent some time visiting my extended family in Malaysia, and now we're adventuring through the wilds of deepest darkest Singapore, we'll be home soon and you can expect a full update then. Probably even several updates. With pictures, and long, soppy sentences of gratefulness (I love you all).
For now, have some photos of the wedding: by essie; by amanda (who was our official photog); and by thanners.
photo by Essie
And leave comments! Sad to check my email and find so little in the way of email (and a whole lot of spam). |
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[Mar. 30th, 2008|12:44 pm] |
Tommo and Tina have this friend Jane. Jane found, last night, that every person she seemed to talk to of Tommo and Tina's friends knew Tommo through uni, through unisfa or whatever. And it's true, all of our friends have known Tommo for years, and met Tina through him, or through Nancy.
I met Tina long before that, this dorky sister of a dorky friend and we were all dorks together, in their ridiculously loud house and their incredibly messy room. And I met Tommo after that, separate from Tina, this gigantic looming figure with whom I almost shared a house, who taught me words like awesometacular.
Davyd posted about their wedding in the wee hours of this morning, and he used a lovely photo, a romantic kissing kind of pose, and it was a beautiful photo.
This photo, though, is Tommo, and it is Tina, and I think it is brillig:
Shh, she is saying, or shit, or something, and as she wandered past to reach the aisle she told us in passing that she had lost her shoe. The flowergirls arrived in a bright yellow kombi and were herded down the aisle by Nancy shouting instructions from her position further back in the procession, and Tina looked like she wanted to be a mermaid, and Tommo had a pocketwatch, and it was just all such a delight.
Tommo and Tina are awesometacular, and I adore them both.
If Furry's graph actually exists, as alluded in his speech, I would like to see it. Congratulations to Anil for keeping his pants on. Please note Penguins wearing headwear (fascinators and hats).
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Dr K has some photos here
thanners has some photos here
There are also some photos of Tommo's buck's night floating around, I think perhaps my favourite is this incredibly unflattering photo of Max. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2008|11:07 pm] |
You may or may not recall, in November of 2007 Davyd and I celebrated the completion of his thesis by going on a road trip through Queensland. Davyd has finally uploaded the photos from that trip, they can be found in a somewhat higgledy-piggledy order here. At the tail end of that road trip we dashed down to Melbourne for two days for a trip (sponsored by Davyd's mum) to see Phantom of the Opera and hang with SJ, Essie and Amanda. Of course we took photos, they can be found here.
Photos of our more recent adventures in Melbourne in January can be located, once again in some sort of weird order, here and here.
Commentary provided on request; some commentary was previously given. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2008|11:13 pm] |
一百四十二张《喜喜》红包 | Crawley, WA | Summer 2008
We are not so cruel as to expect all our friends and Davyd's family to know what to do at Chinese weddings, so we've told them. I'm worried that it's a bit forward, to include a list of you can do this but you can't do that, but I'd rather seem weird than court disaster.
I'm superstitious, and it shows. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2008|09:52 pm] |
The Last Ang Pau | Crawley, WA | Summer 2008
These are the last Chinese New Year red packets that Davyd and I will receive. Only unmarried people receive ang pau at new year. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2008|09:02 pm] |
Empty Chairs | Cottesloe Beach, WA | Summer 2008
Last time I didn't give enough notice; this week I gave so much notice that I suspect most people forgot. |
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| i don't know if i ever |
[Oct. 21st, 2007|10:16 pm] |
This weekend was a busy one, but the only thing I took photos of was Grahame's birthday picnic. This is just a random selection of fun photos.
( most people i know ) |
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| of nevermind, of things we find |
[Oct. 1st, 2007|07:33 am] |
Went to the Show with my sister yesterday, hoping to see interesting sights and learn new things. I spent a bit of time in the display set up by the Department of Environment and Conservation, poking at things and seeing what they were promoting, and I watched some blacksmiths shoving hot metals into fire and then banging the metal with hammers, and that was kind of cool.
As part of my resolution to see everything, I walked into the poultry shed, and walked straight back out again, all those birds in cages and a man with a microphone. Fifty years ago we couldn't have afforded a drumstick, I heard as I left the shed.
Indonesia is this year's guest nation; their tent is filled with wares to buy and three stalls talking about sustainability, it was an interesting mix.
I saw this cool piece of art, I've no idea who painted it but I love it:
Afterwards, though I was tired and grumpy and a little bit distressed, I met Davyd in town and we went to Pride Fair. I did see people I know, but none of the ones that I was expecting to see. We picked up some merchandise and signed some things, but the queue for the beer tent was massive and I was feeling exhausted, so after only a little while we wandered off home.
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[Sep. 23rd, 2007|09:06 am] |
On Friday the fantastic Susie and Matt got married, and it was a lovely spring day and it was out in the Swan Valley and it was great.
The sun was bright, and the Party Bus was just as fun as we'd hoped, though suspiciously lacking in champagne. The bus driver took us down Morley Drive and then onto the Tonkin Highway and then onto the Reid Highway, which, what? Just past Benara Road the bus started beeping, then slowing down, then the beeping began to speed up, and then the bus stopped. The bus driver got out of the bus, got back on the bus, took his jacket, then got off the bus again. The bus gave a shudder, then stopped. It's eaten the driver, someone said.
It's so far, several people commented when we finally arrived. Not that far, I replied, my parents live still live ten minutes that way, and I pointed further north.
Susie was very pretty, and Matt was very dapper. Susie seemed almost giddy with happiness, and Matt was smiling and such which is always an excellent sign from him, so I assume he was pretty pleased. Somehow all three of the groomsmen scrubbed up quite well, which was completely unexpected, what with the three groomsmen being Alwyn, Michal and Grahame.
Cocktail receptions are a bit tiring, mostly because one spends the better part of six hours on one's feet, but it was fun and I like the mingling, the constant reforming of little conversation groups.
The bus ride home was hilarious, and I feel sorry for the people on the bus who weren't us because we were incredibly loud, and we spent a lot of time laughing and yelling at one another, and Anil kept trying to take off his pants (again).*
When we got home, I made Davyd a sandwich, because I discovered he hadn't eaten a single thing all night.
Combined, Davyd and I took 194 photos. As such, Davyd hasn't had a chance to upload our photos yet, but you can find a small selection of my favourites under the cut. Unless you're reading on planet ucc, in which case they are already there for you to see.
ETA: photos can now be found here.
( but they're fun to have around )
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