Ich bien ein...

I recently received the exciting news that a garment of mine was going to be displayed in the Marilyn Sainty retrospective exhibition at ObjectSpace. Not because I am currently fabulously stylish but because as a baby I had an especially fetching MS pinafore (reference anyone?). So on Saturday morning I trotted off to the (excellent) exhibition to proudly see it displayed among many other hot frocks. Sadly, I missed the opening on Friday night as I was Food-ing it up at work. But good to see it nonetheless.

Saturday was close enough to Hallowe'en to celebrate. Being disorganized, I hadn't sorted a costume and all of my friends were dressing as Stepford wives. Instead, I plaited my hair, wore black (what a stretch) and went as Wednesday Addams. We hit three parties, the best of which was Liana's, in her amazing Newton Gully warehouse apartment. Lots of fun. The best costume I saw was some girl dressed as the creepy girl from The Ring. Very convincing.

Sunday was Juliet's birthday, which she celebrated by running the Marathon. Mad props to her. Very impressive. My own small triumph of the week, had to be watching Food TV begin broadcasting on Monday and then formally launch on Tuesday. It's been rocky since, but things seem to be sorting out slowly.

Wednesday night, we went to see The Women at the Town Hall. Nice venue, haven't been there since the b-Nets, and this was a more subdued affair luckily. The production was good, with some reasonable American accents coming through. The costuming was the real standout, with some stunning local designs.

The biggest work event of the year was on Thursday night, with our awards and dinner. Having had a serious cold all week, I was feeling pretty knocked out. But it still all came together well, and as I had my new all time favourite dress to wear, it was a very fun night. Great to see everyone on such good form. And of course it provided for countless hours of amusement on Friday.

Guy Fawkes was this weekend. Not a favourite of mine, I've never really got into it. Mainly I think because my poor dog hates it so much. And his health is spiralling steadily down, so I was worried about how he would take it this year. Luckily (?) he appears to have lost his hearing. I also think the night is a waste of money, and makes too much rubbish. When I was little, it was fun to go to fireworks at my primary school, and I really don't see why we can't stick to public displays. Anyway...

We did set off a few on Friday night at Hannah's, and then moved back to mine for cards and neighbour annoyance. On Saturday I saw The Educkators, which I'd previously missed in the Film Fest. As it starred the sultry Daniel Bruhl, it was a must see. And it was good- although Adam thought it dragged and was high handed. Watching it, I couldn't figure out why my parents liked it so much, and especially why my father thought it was an allegory for World War II. It was an interesting film in that while a lot of the dialouge appeared stilted and the characters idealistic, it managed to openly explore the ideas it was playing with, which few films manage to do. And of course, seeing so much of Berlin made me want to go back immediately.