Glorious weekend. I should have posted this on the weekend of the 26th November 2005 — but as you know I have a job to keep, a cat to feed, brush, bathe, walk, my inner man to please and a lot more exciting things that are not meant for you unless you are happen in the elite ‘puff’ club of the far north shore and no they are not web related either. Schade! Which also means I cannot tag them with technorati much really. And then I keep thinking to myself should I write about ‘em at all, chances are I’d get stalked like a friend of ours did a few weeks back… and now with the trees from my neighbours gone they could literally peep in and see me sleeping in my birthday suit with a pussy on my new summery sheets, scary!
Sooooo I’m going to only unfold parts of my exciting north shore extravaganga in tid-bits! Right! Having said that… so what did we do that Friday night?…..dinner at a rather nooice Indian Restaurant by the name ‘Piar‘(pay-r: love, fondness) and the butter chicken was VERY good (*wipes drool*) up at Crow’s Nest where the food tasted very much like mums 
served with sweetened beetlenut ’supari’ then onto meeting Rish who was visiting Sydney for a few weeks. We had coffee and cake at Maisy’s on Military road, oh such a lower north shore instituition, right David? 
Onto a traditional italian breakie at the very retro Vespa Bar at Darlinghurst, oh the Vespa (the two wheeler) on the side, the colours and the maroonish grungy look on the wall, the raised kitchen floor where all the waiters and waitresses shook their bottoms vigorously as they milted cracked pepper of the long wooden thing(whatever that is called) before serving their customers and then onto IKEA and then Freedom to snoop the best shower curtain in town with the right colour to go with the tiles of our lower north shore boudoir (Lise says thats such a couple thing LOL) — missing out on Sweedish meat ball. OMG! Naughty naughty naughty onto Dank Street Depot to run through a stack of galleries and gourmet food shooping (we didn’t, thats just for the effects). We ran into a wrong gallery we weren’t meant to go, and then another and then yet another… so much for printing out the details the previous night. Bah! On seeing guests they almost sprung on us and told us the history, geography and the milieu of the insipid paintings and the place they would hold the next exhibition, address and telephone numbers too(I think). We said the weather was lovely!
Finally we found Nick Brandt’s infamous sepia-brushed mostly wide angle killer photography at the Sandra Byron Gallery (thanks John)… where most 15″ austerely framed photos cost about $22,000. There is no debating the photos were remarkable — a lifetime achievement…
There were a few other exhibitions on the same unit so we wandered around to the next and then the next, and then next one… till we heard three women and a gentleman discussing a clay statuette. The man had a white beard and was scratching his beard very subtly! It was cute - I mean the statuette. Somewhat erotic! They seemed to refer to it as ‘fanny’! David and I exchanged looks. We didn’t want to pass out on DankStreet Depot so we decided to head back to north shore where people say nice things!
It was time for a rather comtemporary cantonese movie Bishonen starring Daniel Wu - brilliantly written and directed by Yeung Fan. Albeit the sad ending it fills one with courage and hope. Most of Yeung Fan’s movies are rather thought provoking or end on a somewhat sad or stoic note but are amazingly pragmatic! It was great meeting him a couple of years back right here in Sydney when he was down to inaugurate some of his own movies. *Turns brag-o-meter on* — I actually have had a few photos taken with him. Must fish ‘em out of my treasure trove.
We went over to meet Honyea onto an absolutely scrumptious and gastronomic delight at a vietnamese Restaurant close in Forest Lodge followed by cake and coffee. Onto Chatswood the following morning and then a lovely BBQ that night at Hornsberry - enough food to kill a small village. But it was beautiful!
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