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Mar. 6th, 2010 04:45 pm
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Delayed-gratification presents are always the best.* Zum Beispiel, on my birthday I got to receive two tickets to an International Arts Festival New Zealand Symphony Orchestra ... WAGNER GALA.

And last night, I got to go to it.

I now have a ridiculous girl-crush on Simon O'Neill.

Feast your eyes on THAT bit of Kiwi-born Julliard-graduate helden-fucking-tenor crumpet, would ya?

I may also have purchased a CD. Y'all should be warned that visits to my house in the near future may involve gratuitously loud opera.

J would like to state for the record that he totally did not smuggle in our most cultured teddy bear into the performance. It was not thoroughly adorable.

*For a subjective value of "best", natch.
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Righto, having consumed tea, orange juice, chips and wrestling, I feel up to a proper Christmas-themed update.

Christmas Day: We were in the Tron and headed out to J's parents' place for delicious barbeque lunch. I was totally not expecting to get presents, but more fool me - pretty jewellery and bath smellies from J's parents (aka his mum) and a really pretty blank journal with a sparkly corset-themed cover from his sister R. And J's gift from his brother was labelled "To Uncle J and Aunty S" so clearly I am One Of Them now.

Obligatory Christmas embarrassment moments: J's sister also-J giving him a lecture about Making An Honest Woman Out Of Me before we have kids; J's mother referring to me as "a total Earth Mother" after I had the one-year-old niece thrust into my arms; swearing in front of J's dad. *pauses for expected ZOMG YOU WHAT??? from Tron-people*

J however maintains that this last has only endeared me to his siblings because (a) they would never get away with it and (b) apparently they think I am "a nice polite girl" so find it hilarious.

Non-embarrassing Christmas hilarity: Being in a wonderful outsider-looking-in position to observe Tense Family Dynamics. God it's much better when it's not my *own* family bullshit.

Boxing Day: Driven up to Auckland-town by J's dad. Brunch with Mum/stepdad2/stephellspawn/Grandfather, full of delicious Emotional Bollocks, but the *main* thing was ZOMG DIGITAL CAMERA from Grandfather. J now took the role of Outside Observer Shaking Head Sadly At Family Dynamics.

BBQ dinner with Grandma/rest of Auckland-based fam. More excellent gifts including Borders gift card, iTunes gift card, pretty jewellery. Had to verbally bitchslap Elder Stephellspawn for calling cousin A a "homo". Think he now lives in fear of me. Am pleased.

Back to A&A's for *real* New York pizza and gossip and sleeping. And delicious raspberry liqueur thing.

Today: Brunch with A&A, flight home, semi-comatose setting up of Rock Band, Dunkin Donuts.

Next: Getting well pissed and playing some drums.

Minor political rant: RSA 0, Jewish Council 1. Because nothing screams "we're desperately striving for relevance"* like saying that a group of dedicated WW2 re-enactors "just don't understand the symbolism" of Nazi uniforms.

Side snark: anyone else read the Granny Herald's description of "Nazi uniforms" vs. the re-enactors "suchandsuch regiment" and wonder which of the two actually knows what they're talking about?

*Copyright Paula Bennett, 2009, all rights reserved.


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