A girl’s night out on a Friday in Beaufort St Mt Lawley, a stage show at the Astor to the sounds of Mowton. Real baby boomer material, popped up in my in box, I just couldn’t resist. How many tickets to get? Well you have to get four don’t you, one for Heather and myself, a light bulb moment, two for my girls, they’ll get over it.
The girls are good sports; Sam did comment that she would need a few drinks to get through this one. Heather and I while waiting for the girls found us at Grilled, a favourite spot to sit eat drink and people watch while waiting for the show to start. The staffs here are awesome, very attentive and always wiling to please. A drink in hand, food to share, warm balmy night, one of the few left before autumn truly sets in, couldn’t ask for much more. Spotted what I thought were my daughters strolling down the street towards us, I did a double take, as I didn’t recognise Sam as she is a don’t own an iron sort of shorts and t-shirt girl. They were both dressed in their Sunday best.
Leaning against the wall of rough hip height timber beams a barrier between my seat and me ending up on my ass on the footpath. A perfect spot to watch other baby boomers head down to the theatre, I did notice that few had dragged their children along. Tsk Tsk on me. Couples holding hands, dressed to the nines, no mutton dressed up as lamb, that’s what I love we still make an effort when going out. No throwing on jeans and a rumpled up t-shirt, thanking you.
Time to make our way down the street through the throngs of people milling outside finding our awesome seats with an uninterrupted view of the stage. The band arrived on stage to an outburst of applause, piercing red then blue backdrop, and then the show began. They rocked and rocked those girls and boys worked very hard, sang all the songs I remembered, a classy act, well choreographed. The boys medley, the girls medley the mixed medley the solo’s and the couple loved up duos.
The girls sang, we sang and I don’t think I annoyed the man sitting on my left, even though he did leave half way through the show, it wasn’t me I promise. He found it too loud and his son took him home. Don’t know what he was thinking or expecting, should have been wearing earplugs, hold on did I tell you I was singing? Nobody could be that sensitive could they? Lucky for me he took a photo of us in the beginning so a nice chap indeed, I did ask if I was annoying him with my singing but he did say ‘No I’m glad you are enjoying yourself’.
After the show we made our way into the lobby where the stars were lined up hawking their CD’s, me the sucker lined up to buy the said CD’s, the boys first, I thanked them, had a photo paid my $25 bucks and moved onto the girls. Go figure they had a separate CD that was $20, so now I’m out $45. I couldn’t figure out why the boys were more expensive than the girls, discrimination circling inside my head, later realised the boys had 2 discs and the girls one. Ha!
We parted ways, the girls picked up by one of their partners, we made our way down the street, strolled through planet books where you could spend an eternity browsing, found two books that took my fancy, holding my hand back as I had just spent $45 that I wasn’t expecting the sucker that I am.
Sat on a cold steel bench opposite the hotel watching the comings and goings. A man supported by his two friends, as he was truly legless. A police car went past and we thought here we go, tonight’s remaining entertainment; nope they ignored them and continued on their merry way. Other groups of boys walking past wishing us well, us two old biddies sitting on the street in the dark watching the world go by.
The next morning meeting Brittany again in Mt Lawley for a hot breakfast to while away the slight hangover, ‘Oh what a night’ can’t wait to do it all again.
|Love Mt Lawley’s art work
how could you not