If you reside in Brisbane and haven’t checked out the We Can Make Another Future – Japanese Art After 1989 at the Gallery of Modern Art. You get to check out the room above for three or so glorious minutes. Just don’t stop over the platform because beyond it is water. Most likely not very deep, but water nonetheless. Just stand there and be mesmerized by the beauty of the colorful balls, the darkness and the glow of your clothes (& teeth for that matter). Then come out of the room and enjoy the rest of the exhibition. Good artsy time, all for free! You can’t beat that.
We finally made it to a rugby league game. Hurrah!
It’s obviously no secret that we have a love for sports. We wake up at the crack of dawn just to watch our Mizzou Tigers during football season. We clear our weekend mornings just to devote over three hours watching baseball games. We signed up for the ability to watch AFL games online since we live in a rugby state now and it’s a rare occurrence to catch Power games on free-to-air TV around here. We are very much invested in sports, whatever shape or form.
So it was inevitable that we would eventually make it to a rugby league game and it’s a no-brainer that we would barrack for the Brisbane Broncos. This past Sunday, we made the quick train trip to Milton and walked to Gate E of Suncorp Stadium wearing the closest colors to maroon and gold we could round up in such short notice. At first we thought we scored nosebleed seats, but it actually worked out for the best because we got a bird’s eye view of the entire field from our section. Luckily we were with a group of friends who are seasoned rugby followers and they were more than willing to answer our incessant questions about why that guy did that and why the umpire gave him that penalty. It was one question after another and truth be told, I still went away from the game with more questions that I care to ask.
The entire evening was a success because the home team won and we got to sing the team song (which was rather amusing, lyrically). The best part? We got to go on to the actual field after the game. Apparently this wasn’t a regular occurrence, so it was a real treat. We spent about half an hour taking photos, frolicking and looking up around the stadium. It was a delight and I sure do enjoy those on-field experiences, even more so after a great win!
My husband and I are always up for something new. We’ll try anything at least once. So when the opportunity to participate in a Murder Mystery Night came along, we signed right up.
Despite the evening occurring during one heck of a week for us at work, we still made the effort to don our Roaring 20s costumes and soldiered on to The Ship Inn for a night of murder and mystery. Don’t tell anyone but I made an 11th hour dash to the mall to gather up most of my costume. I had the dress worked out. But as every girl knows, it’s all about the accessories. I brought out my finest pearls, mad dash to the store to find a headdress (it’s really a cheap gold headband) and of course, fishnet stockings to round things off. Smoky eye and super red lips and viola, Kitty Cocktail at your service. Meanwhile, my dashing husband just had to wear his suit and buy a $3 gun from The Reject Shop. Oh, and he dusted off his Michael Jackson hat from New Year’s Eve 2014 and he was transformed into Mugsy Malone.
We didn’t end up being the murderer (it was the Police Chief, of all people!) and I came away with one thing from the entire evening: I am not much of a role player. There were plenty of people there who were putting on accents, acting like their characters and getting right into it. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t. I kinda got stage fright and honestly, barely really knew my character’s background. Thankfully, I was a minor character and didn’t really factor into the storyline very much. Regardless, fun was had by all and it was an interesting evening. We would certainly do it again!
What’s one of the best things about my husband, you ask? Well, it’s his willingness to laugh at anything and everything that is even mildly funny. I love, love, love that about him. He has a wicked sense of humor. Not that his crude about his humor, he just manages to find the funny in things. I adore that about him. He doesn’t take life too seriously, he’s always up for a good pun-off and he is the coolest dork this side of the
Mississippi Brisbane River. He’s the entire (funny man) package.
Now that I’ve gushed about him, why don’t you take a minute and appreciate the moustache-shaped sweet potato that I found during a recent grocery trip. I had no idea I had picked up this gem, but in true Zach fashion he noticed it immediately when he pulled it out of the shopping bag. He didn’t have the heart to cook and eat it, so instead we did a little photo shoot with it. I just love that he’s game enough to be a part of my silliness. It makes for a fun and unpredictable life. That’s the way I like it.
I give you permission to laugh. Go on.
I’m alive. I’m well. I even made cookies today. Yes, cookies. Sugar cookies to be precise. Because really, I don’t have enough half-finished hobbies. I figured, adding one more would be just perfect. Variety is the spice of life afterall. So they say.
As I type these words, two rolled out doughs are in the refrigerator chilling out waiting to be cut out into the shapes above. Considering I spent a small fortune on cookie cutters yesterday I want to make the most of them. Besides, my husband wants me to make a T-Rex riding a bicycle, because he’s goofy like that.
I’ll be sure to post photos of the finished products. I predict that my biggest problem will be in not being so heavy-handed with the royal icing.
Last night, Zach and I (and a bunch of his work friends), attended a Trivia Night sponsored by a science-based company that my husband’s University has a partnership with. For some reason, they had all these Lego knock-offs as giveaways, so we assembled them all as we waited for this thing to start. The photo above was taken at the end of the night and one of my Lego friends had already lost his left arm. Tragic.
Overall, the entire night was a heck of a lot of fun. There were eight different themed rounds and I learned a thing or two of trivial stuff, plus nailed a couple of answers that nobody else knew (eg. that the New York Knicks was short for Knickerbockers & that A-Rod played for the Yankees). I tried to state my case that Laurence Olivier has had 10 or more academy award nominations – but I got outvoted on that one. It was a pure guess on my part, but it turned out to be correct.
The one thing the evening did reveal is that I don’t read enough literature and I know very little about Science (yes, there was a theme based entirely on what the sponsor works with). Hey, I read mainly non-fiction (mostly about baseball & places I’ve travelled to) and I am guilty as charged that Science is not my strength. And I’m fine with that.
But regardless, fun was had by all and I even got to drink a bottle of Blue Moon. Yes, Blue Moon. I haven’t really drank alcohol in about 4 months and as soon as a friend showed that us that he was drinking American beer, I got a sparkle in my eyes and willingly handed over my $3 for a bottle. If only I had an orange to pair with my Blue Moon. If only.