Matthew's Web of Lies: March 2010

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Sunday, 28 March 2010

March 2010

Making a good start on wasting the second decade of this century.

28th March 2010.
Okay. Turns out I've accidentally gone four weeks without writing in this thing. I'd no idea it'd been so long until I got a whiny email complaining about it. (Do you feel special now? You know who you are.)
The start of the month was too long ago for me to actually remember in any way worth mentioning, so I'll cut to the 10th when I headed to Wellington. The flight was uneventful (just very slow - stupid tiny slow planes on crappy routes) until Wellington. Wellington airport always puts on a little show in the form of a well bumpy descent. Then I caught the bus in to the city and walked, via a quick visit to Catriona's, up to Jo and Elizabeth's were I was staying for the first few nights.
The Thursday I was in Wellington I had failed to sort anything until evening, so I spent the day wandering the streets. Window shopping mostly. In the late afternoon I bumped in to Bob and was politely sociable in the street for a little while before I ducke off to meet up with my cousin Anita as she got off work. It was good to catch up with her, I'm very bad at keeping up with any of the news from her chunk of the family.
Friday, I had lunch with Susan in the Beehive. I got multiple stickers of access to government buildings. Then it was off to the Embassy Theatre to watch Neil Gaiman talk about children's books with a very annoying interviewer and another children's writer who I'd not heard of before hand. Neil was awesome. And I had a seat right in the middle of the second to front row. Then after swapping the books I had had signed that afternoon for the Amanda Palmer book to get signed that night, I got dinner and headed to the Amanda Palmer concert. Having decided I'd leave Lent in the South Island (working on the whole it's-not-cheating-if-it's-on-a-different-land-mass rule), I drank more than I should have before th econcert actually got going. The warm up act, Hera, was awesome enough that I bought her album and she signed it to me. It is actually pretty good, so I'm glad I bought it. Then Amanda came on and was a bit better than last year (her voice sounded stronger, and she seemed a bit happier to be there (though her blog suggested otherwise afterward)). I got her book sign by both her and Neil.
Saturday, started slow as I'd been up late. Sat about Jo and Elizabeth's house in my PJs listening to National Radio - which had interviews with both Neil and Amanda. Fanboyish faux-stalking for the win.