Last night a posse of true believers (and me) went to teh Canberra Theatre to see Keating! The Musical.
A small selection of us had a quick dinner in a Thai restaurant in Civic, who told us when we tried to order dessert, that 'the kitchen was too busy to make desserts', even though there was a fab dessert section on the menu. Well, puck you too, we thought. Let's just go to the theatre a bit early and have an alcoholic dessert whilst we await the others. I've never had a restaurant refuse things like that before. How rude was that?
I loved Keating! It's spare and clever stagecraft was excellent, and the ensemble were brilliant -- and I totally include the band in that statement.
My favorite song sequence was this one (although this is a an abridged and uncostumed version):
Oh, how we roared.
And this happened. True story.
Afterwards we hitched a ride in a very clarsy car back to Chez Crazybrave for cocktails. I had one of Owen's fabulous martinis and woke up like this:
I guess all the wines and bubblies didn't help either.
And now I'm trying to make the nice prints but my head still hurts.
ow. ow. ow.
Totally worth it.