I go into Wellington almost every day for work but hardly spend any real time there because I’m always in the office or going to meetings. So yesterday, when Tom decided he needed to spend Saturday at work, I was a tourist in Wellington.
I visited some op shops (disappointing after the Palmy op-shops), bought a magazine and saw the Seraphine Pick exhibition at City Gallery. The works were great but I thought the display of them was a little ho-hum and wasn’t a great fan of how Te Papa-like City Gallery had become with it’s large segmental panels and it’s cut out title lettering. I preferred when City Gallery was City Gallery.
After a great fresh sushi-train lunch at Wasabi on Cuba Street and a pot of herbal tea at Floriditas with my magazine, I got my hair cut. First time since January so I no longer look like a crazed cat lady and once again have hair with a style.
Then it was off to see Boy at Reading Cinemas. Far too many noisy plebes about too so I treated myself to the Gold Lounge – where you sit in a giant Laz-Z-Boy and pretend you own the cinema because you’re independently wealthy. Boy was great (any song that uses Poi-E* gets my vote) and funny although also overwhelmingly sad. I’d recommend it for a quiet Saturday afternoon show.
I finished my day with a lap around Moore Wilson’s fresh picking up veges, fish, meat and olives for the week, then it was collect Tom and home for homemade fish burgers (me) and venison burgers (Tom). Oh, and on the Rimutaka Hill we saw a rooster.