Auckland Art Fair

I did promise some observations about the Auckland Art Fair. Perhaps I said something about 'witty' observations- but I may have overestimated myself - which is often the case. Anyway, ......

Gaygay and I had a mother/daughter day last friday - just the kind of thing she would in most circumstances reject, however as I was hitting the Art Fair on special dispensation for work and was driving there anyway she condescended to come along. How very kind Mumsy.


We had a great day - kicking things off at the viaduct events centre where the fair was and paying $20 just for the privilege of getting in. well Gaygay paid $20 - I ended up paying $25 as I'm a worker and I have to say - theres something deeply troubling about my mother getting in cheaper because she's a cool student and me paying more because Im a boring worker.


Despite all  the hipsters, disgusting art students and studiously uninterested gallery owners Mum and I had a rollicking great time.

After the Art Fair Mum dropped me off at Bikram Yoga, where I practiced the best yoga of my life (literally), and she went to visit the Auckland whanau. 

Thirsty, exhausted but y'know, obviously deeply connected to the universe, Mum picked me back up and strictly following the traditions of our family we worshipped at Borders and then re-discovered how cool Real Groovy is. ( I cant believe that place almost shut down)

Rounding off the evening we met up with my Germanic gladiator-slave brother to catch a movie at SkyCity and buying our 2nd (maybe 3rd ?) Starbucks Grande Soy Classic Hot Chocolate of the day we turned our backs on the bright lights of Auckilani and drove into the night returning home in Hamilton in the early hours of Saturday morning to find Kev sprawled asleep on the sofa waiting for Mum to get back safely because he doesn't trust my driving.

Has Mum ever told you the story of chatting up a boy on the bus when she was a teenager and telling him she was gay?