||[Mar. 11th, 2009|05:43 pm]
Being on holiday when nobody else is can get strange. I decided today to see a movie - Ghost Town (Ricky Gervais and Greg Kinnear in a silly bit of fluff). The movie was showing at 11:30 this morning in "Gold Class" whatever that was. It turned out to be a $26 ticket for which I got an entire theatre to myself, a comfy leatherette recliner, a table, and food delivered to me during the movie. (Not free food, I might add.) So I splurged, figuring I was getting the equivalent of a private screening for not too much cash. Blah blah extravagance blah blan recession blah blah depression 1930s. Whatever. I sat in my own theatre and munched on salt and pepper squid while not being bothered by any screaming kids or bratty teenagers. It was a fun thing to do, and I might do it again some day under the same circumstances - unpopular movie, weekday matinee and so on. |
I met up with my friend Jeff after the movie for a proper lunch - seafood buffet at the Marriot of all places. It was nice enough - all you can eat oysters, prawns, etc. Strategically un-delicious enough to keep everyone's consumption down. Next we walked the botanical gardens around Mrs Macquarie's Chair and back up to the art gallery, chatting all the while. We continued from there back across the Domain to the city for some bargain hunting at Borders (I love how Borders is a marginal player in Australia), then me back to QVB for the bus home and Jeff back to Town Hall for the train. I caught the same bus home as yuriverse, but we didn't see each other until we approached the house.
It's been just the sort of holiday I've needed so far - lunch with my husband on Monday followed by a visit to Signal where there were still some men unaware of what time or day it was. Mardi Gras time, of course.
Yesterday I had a walk around Berry Island after a lunch with Mum and Len. Berry Island has some bush and walking tracks. I did venture up into the bush, hoping for some hidden carvings on the rocks. Found none, but reached the peak of the island anyway. I felt especially vulnerable - falling and breaking something in that location would be scary. I found my way back to the walking track. I was the only soul there except one lone walker who passed me quickly in the opposite direction. After that, it was my island, and I felt emboldened to walk a track with a "track closed" sign. Take that, the man. It was the right track, too. I reached the carvings, all nicely viewable from a boardwalk with educational signs and stuff. The "track closed" probably was meant to protect the carvings from vandals, which so far seems to have worked.
I walked along a deserted harbour foreshore and up into more bush with a few more lookouts. It's so nice to have this kind of a reserve right near the city and so unspoilt. I must take the husband there soon.