The play was in the new crazy looking building down from the NGV. There were space age features like these words appearing on the walls when the lights came up. Ah, the theatre.
After the show, we met Johnny backstage and he took us to the Green Room! It's actually green!
He was about to open some sort of free champagne, but there was noone else in the Green Room, so we suggested heading elsewhere. A green room without multiple celebrities is just a green room, after all.
We checked out the circus on our way to paint the town crazy.
Getting crazy at Madame Brussells. The crazy bouncer lady thought Ed and I were wasted and wasn't going to let us in. "Had a bit to drink tonight, have we?", she grinned in her insane grinning way. Well yes, we had consumed a glass of wine each at the theatre, and another while devouring a particularly gourmet plate of gnocchi. If that's a crime, call the cops! Honestly!
The next day, I went around and saw Fia and Miles. I can't even imagine my childhood with a remote control Dalek involved. Amazing!
We went for a drive to Heide. Autumn is in full swing.
As well as the gallery/house, there are lots of sculptures scattered around the property. This one commanded our attention for quite some time.
All the concrete crates had things in them, even a beetle!
Bright orange funghi. Everything was so colourful and the air smelled so nice.
I highly recommend a trip out there soon. The modernism show that is on in the gallery is also really good.
Later, I went for dinner at the Gem, but it was too crowded, so we went to the Union. Haven't been there really since Joey and Dion lived over the road. Good mexican parma.
Then we waited for Doctor Jay outside his house. Robin and Leah took advantage of the seats in the 'waiting room'.
We eventually made it to a fun party, attended by none other than the ginger prince! You can see that I told him to do this, can't you. He looks sort of scared.
Riley and I compared beards and wine stain removal techniques. Speaking of the beard, a guy walked up to me and said "Aren't you the president of Iran?". Devastating! I had a good comeback for him, though. I said, "No, I'm not".
Marcelle did this for some reason:
It was a highly covert operation, seeing as Sam and I were continually taking flash photographs.
Especially as someone who lived there walked into the kitchen as it was happening.
The perfect crime.
Nick and Jay found some beers
On Sunday, we went to a fundraiser at the Melbourne Museum of Printing. Marc was one of the guides. God help us.
There were prints for sale made on site by heaps of artists from around the place. It was packed to the gills with the upmarket hipster crowd.
This was my fave:
It's an amazing place, I imagine even more interesting when there are a few less people around. I hope they made some money to pay for the rent.
Then I went to the footy with Scottie and Shona!
Lots of yummy supplies were on hand to accentuate the whole experience.
Even the president of Iran agreed a meat pie tastes better at the footy.
The Essendon sign thing was a bit non-committal and crap. They didn't even run through it, instead they carefully climbed under it. Tough times.
Not so with the mighty Saints. Bullshit to spare.
It was great. Such a spectacle. We spent a lot of time observing agitated, passionate spectators yelling.
The Saints won.