Saturday (for want of a wittier title)
I spent a completely negligible amount of time all weekend thinking about my thesis. Bliss!
Ben organised a nice little surprise over the weekend: he secretly bought tickets to the Wil Anderson show 'Wilosophy' at the Octagon on Saturday. As you may well remember, stand-up comedy is our 'thing': we went to see a spurt of shows just after our wedding to make up for the fact that we couldn't afford/justify a honeymoon immediately.
We had seats at the very back, but as the venue wasn't sold out the usher kindly showed us seats at the front, so that was nice - although, being the introverted types and this being our first Wil Anderson show we did wonder whether he was an audience participation-type (I suspect we'd rather hide in a closet than sit near the front in a Jason Byrne show, for example). It was of course the 14-year-old boy sitting next to me that got some of the attention during the evening.
On that note, comedians of Australia, is there some sort of pact to tell the same joke upon observing a non-adult in the audience? So far this year we have heard the following three (three!) times by three different people:
*Comedian observes young boy (it's always a boy) in the audience*
Comedian: Oh hello - how old are you?
Boy: Fourteen.
Comedian: Well - are you gonna learn some new words tonight!
*pause for laughter*
Comedian: Clitoris! Ask your mum, your dad won't know.
*cue uproarious laughter*
Sigh.
Apart from that (and in all fairness, everyone else seemed to be fresh to the quip so we were probably the only surly eye-rollers in the audience) the show was good, amusing yet peculiarly melancholy. The premise of the show was about getting over the break-up of a six-and-a-half-year relationship, so there was a lot of soul-searching and poignant relationship advice involved.
All in all a good night out - we followed the show with a trip to King's Park to take photos of the moon.