Friday night. G and C head to Juice Bar in Parnell, for an amateur burlesque night with Mel and Kate who we know from Rainbow Youth. The show was packed and the drinks a rip-off, but it turned out to be a fun night nevertheless. Most of the women on-stage clearly hadn't been doing it for long, but it was nice to see people of all shapes and sizes get up and strut their stuff. It looked like they were having a lot of fun, so in the interval when the troupe's instructor asked who wanted to have a go, of course we volunteered! Unfortunately by the time we made it to the stage, they had run out of feather boas, which seemed to be used in about 50% of the moves. We bravely carried on without boas, executing each turn and move with utmost grace and finesse.
On Saturday, G finally awoke to the message she had been waiting for. Apparently she was 1.2% below the mark required to gain entry to medschool in 2014. This was disappointing, but G resolved to work even harder and do better next year, take some different exams, and review her uni choices. Also this way she gets to spend another year out in this beautiful country with the lovely C, so it ain't half bad! G then went for Saturday morning ballet class, leaving C at home to get on with her essay on biodiversity policies in NZ.
The psych professor met us at Glen Innes train station just after lunch, and we picked up a speech and language therapy PhD student on the way to the climbing centre. C had climbed before, but G had no prior experience so wasn't sure what to expect! We had an induction from the friendly instructors, and were then left to try for ourselves! The professor seemed to be somewhat of an experienced climber, scaling the walls upside-down. The student was Muslim, so would be climbing fully covered, in loose garments, which reassured G a bit, as if the student could climb in her clothing, it couldn't be too difficult!
We both climbed three walls each, starting with the easiest. G seemed to take to it well, so we progressed onto a slightly harder wall, which we both completed. The final wall was a bit harder. C managed about half before returning, as her arms and legs were unable to bend the sufficient amount to reach the next marker! G attempted the wall, falling off three times, but eventually managing to make it to the top, which she was very pleased about. Post-climb we all had coffee, C got into a heated religious debate, and we were both invited to go along to a circus skills (trapeeze, silks etc) class the following weekend. Why not?
Sunday was a lazy day, the highlight being the purchase of a new laptop for C and Bananagrams. C met up with a friend from Imperial, and they had some compsci chats over a few pints. On Monday, G and C cracked on with work, C finalising and submitting her first essay in seven years, and G reading a paper for the psych prof about how to best promote self-caring to the parents of eating-disordered children. He is hoping to replicate the study in NZ, which would be great to get involved with.
Curry cravings set in by late afternoon, and we set out to Dosa Plaza, to see what they had to offer. C had a hot and sour soup and masala dosa, and G had a paneer tikka combo. It was rather delicious, and definitely more flavoursome than Raviz. We then went home and had a productive evening, C excitedly setting up her new laptop and G doing some more reading, whilst indulging in our new Father Ted addiction.
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