What I’d Do

1

On Saturday mornings Norma Jeane (my burmilla, also known as Norm Chompsky) wakes me up at 6am. After feeding her, I’ll stumble to Revolver Cafe in St Kevins Arcade for a floral, toasty Havana Coffee long black and catch up on the news horrors until it’s time to go to Ashtanga yoga with Martina Gotz. I try to be pretty restful before a show but if adventurous, I’ll ramble through the Winter Gardens and visit TaSedgemet, the Egyptian mummy at the museum. If the weather is grim, I’ll be sewing while listening to podcasts and playing old films like Butterfield 8.

2go

If I didn’t have a show I would definitely see David Byrne at Spark Arena. Instead, after we get off stage I’ll try to drag the team to Caretaker in Britomart for a nightcap to catch The Pachucos. But . . .

3nights

Norm Chompsky doesn’t comprehend late (or Sundays) so I’ll be up at 6am again. I’ll sit on a coffee until it’s safe to get my partner out of bed and we go to the French markets in Parnell for the week’s vege shop circa 10am. It’s a show day again so I’ll wander quietly through the Uncanny Country exhibition at Auckland Art Gallery. I love early NZ landscape photography, especially of Te Tarata and Te Otukapuarangi (aka the famed Pink and White Terraces).

4go

On another Sunday I might to Satya Street Food on K Rd for dinner and a movie at my favourite movie theatre, Academy Cinemas, under the central library. But after Here Lies Love I’ll probably have a dirty martini at Q Theatre then pootle home on the red bus so Norm and I can start all over again in the morning.