A week of dance

Last night it was the ballet and tomorrow morning I shall wander down the hill at 7.30am for a breakfast to launch the 2015 programme of NZ's longest running dance company, Footnote. It's also their 30th year, so am sure there will be some birthday bubbles. Who said 8.00am was too early to drink?

Speaking of which, in about 10 minutes I will convene a meeting of the Mt Vix Vixens in my sunny garden. There will be wine and unhealthy deep fried potatoes, gossip and laughter. Lots of laughter.    

Extremes

Some difficulty in waking today, mainly the result of two for one cocktails last night with the Mt Vix Vixens at this excellent neighbourhood bar (I can highly recommend the Breakfast at Tiffanys).

A race to a story deadline was interrupted by having to schlep out to Newtown to have my breasts squashed between two sheets of perspex. After finding a lump a few years ago, am vigilant about having the girls seen to. Crossing everything I'll get the all clear again.

Tonight there is the launch of the NZ Festival of the Arts programme at the Opera House; the invite says 'glam' so not sure what the hell to wear.

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