Back Home to the Audley House

Back home. Lots of homework to do, friends to get together with and shows to see. For the sake of catching up with real time, I'll summarize the week.

Over the course of my first day home, our white board slowly gained more writing and drawing. It began when Jayt saw the clean kitchen in the morning and was later drawn on by Scarlet upon seeing photos of my bungy jump.

I got back into being domestic the next day by shopping and making a seitan stir fry with sushi for dinner.

The next few days were spent working on a significant amount of classwork, with several breaks of art events and getting together with people.

Sunday I upheld my regular visit to the Victoria Markets for produce. There happened to be a cooking demonstration because it was Asian Food Week. I had arrived at the markets early, so I sat and watched while waiting for the time when vendors slash prices.

Later that night, I went with friends to see Hannah Gadbsy perform a stand-up show at Trades Hall for the Fringe Festival. After the show we walked down Lygon Street and had dessert at one of the cafes.

Monday I had lunch with Carmel, my former homestay host.

Tuesday we had a large group of friends over for dinner. I used cooking as an excuse to take a break from working on my assignments. Thus, our guests ended up feasting on a variety of Greek dishes. (SIDE NOTE: HAYMERCHANTS, I'VE ACHIEVED POCKETS IN 100% OF MY PITA.)

Wednesday I met April for storytelling night at Willow Bar. Three of the four storytellers were great. The fourth was either too drunk to tell a good story or just wasn't funny. He told the kind of humor that I, and many others who did not laugh, interpreted as simply crude for no reason other than shock value.

Thursday was minimally eventful. We had a substitute instructor in swing dance class and I was feeling rather uncoordinated after two weeks vacation.

Friday we went to another Fringe Show. The Last Gasp, hosted by Daniel Kitson, was a collection of short comedy, musical theater, and theater sketches, as well as combinations of the genres listed. Kitson was hilarious. He decided it would be fun for the man next to me to throw a milk crate at him and award prizes if the crate landed on his head. This activity occurred between each set in the show, to a total of seven times. By the end, the man had won numerous treats from both backstage and the convenience store that Kitson ran off to for the specific purpose of buying prizes. He also got a bottle of his choice from the bar. But this man did not want all of his treats, so he gave me and my friends all something from his loot.