So, yesterday was one year since I got hitched to my wife. We’re still incubating our ankle-biter for a few more months, so we were free to head into Sydney for dinner, ballet (watching only, though more on my dancing later), and hotel rooms with epic views of Darling Harbour.
We started our date with a bus ride (no driving, so drinking, YAY! For me only of course), with a cannonball driver who completely failed to pull over for one young woman’s stop. He didn’t get what I was yelling about either.
Next stop, coffee number three at the QVB, and I somehow convinced the wife that Galaxy Bookstore would be a good idea. I bought a paperback of Hounded, by Kevin Hearne. Did I mention how awesome I am at staying on track during romantic outings?
So yeah, food and beer (again, me only of course) and strolling and then… Ballet! Sydney Eisteddfod (where the hell did that word come from, I’d like to know). Shiny costumes, crazy loud music making the (unborn) baby kick the stuffing out of poor mum, cheap champagne (for me), and all that jazz (there was a jazz dance finals as part of the night… JAZZ HANDS!)
During the solo performances, my wife and I had the same great idea: why don’t people ever leave the room like ballet dancers? First bow, then arms float upward like a swan, run backwards and sideways like a deranged crab…
Oh, and extra points if you’re on pointe.
Tried it out on my way to the bathroom last night.
The wife was amused.
And that’s my being-a-good-husband done for the year!
Word count is at 109,602. I hacked most of that chapter that I was working on, and I’ve got a few pretty cool ideas for how I’m going to tie up the rest of it. It’s proving to be easier than I’d thought, kind of like the last pieces of a jigsaw puzzle: because so much of the world has already been assembled, it’s easy to find where the next bits should go. More on that tomorrow.