Ahhhh ...

[blamebrampton]

Lovely day. Pericles with pushdragon, including Marcus Graham with lots of chest showing, brilliant Japanese drumming and post-play chocolate, then lovely dinner with friends including crazed parrot. I had forgotten that Pericles contains pirates, the stupidest plot contrivances ever and the great clodhopping boots of the Exposition Fairy doing her version of Country Dancing, but you know, add some good drumming, great company and hot men, and I am prepared to forgive anything.

Minor dramas in between the play and dinner, including Mr Brammers taking to his bed with flu and having to find my way in Suburbia which would have been easier had the taxi not dropped me off a kilometre before the *actual* corner I wanted and had Suburbia believed that people should be able to walk in it, but the cake and I made it in reasonable time and condition.

And the walk was spent in pleasant cogitations on the fineness of Marcus Graham, to whit: 

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[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Heh! I failed to find a chance to call you back, damnit. What happened was that J was going to drive us both out, then I missed my train and so was running late back, which was fine as I thought he could pick me up from Redfern and we could drive straight from there, I rang him and he was still at work, with the flu!

So I knew I was going to be late no matter what: I went to ring T, found I only had her old number, and then realised I would have to go home to find the number and go from there. Got home: had the same number!

So yes, you saved the whole situation TWICE as I was able to ring to say 'Running late! Running out door to grab cab!' And then a little later: 'Somewhere in Meadowbank; things look like this. I think if I walk up a hill that looks like this, your house will be down the other side, does that sound right or am I walking to my death in the wilds of the suburban heartland?'

I could well owe you my life. *mwah!*

[i-autumnheart.livejournal.com]

No worries - when you said 'later' I actually assumed you meant a blog post anyway :).

I'm glad you made it there in one piece, but am slightly amused at the idea of Meadowbank as the suburban heartland: it always seems quite built-up and generally 'inner' to this outer-suburbs girl!

I hope J feels better soon.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Heh! Up your old way is practically the country! I had forgotten how far it actually was, and as we went sailing past the Rhodes turn-off in the cab I was thinking 'Surely not! We must be lost!''

[i-autumnheart.livejournal.com]

Well, there *was* a dairy farm practically next door when Mum and Dad moved in... it usually takes me slightly over an hour to get to your place from there, if the traffic cooperates.

Meadowbank would be so much easier to get to if the trains ran more often than once an hour on the weekend - that was always annoying. It's usually fastest to catch a train to West Ryde, because the intercity express trains headed north stop there, and then taxi down the hill.