And went into the city to have dinner on Little Bourke Street (chicken and vegetables with fried noodles) with a couple of lovely ladies.
Afterwards we took ourselves off to The Palace for a concert...
Now, to put this in context, in the mid-80s I was living in Iceland ('82-'85) and Norway ('86-'89), so I don't really know the music of the Chantoozies or Wa Wa Nee. They weren't too bad, but the highlight for me was Rick!
Besides all the songs - most of which I knew off by heart - and the voice; which is still amazing, despite his 47 years, Rick Astley is a funny guy! He swears a lot more than I ever imagined he would, which was funny in-and-of-itself because of his ultra clean cut image in the eighties.
He talked a lot with the audience, got all the blokes in the room to sing (Aussie blokes can actually sing quite well), did an AC/DC cover (I know, who would've thunk it!), rocked some Motown, and had a unknown could-barely-hold-tune-but-thought-she-could on stage to sing part of one of his songs for her birthday (and she didn't want to give the mic back - did I mention she was from Sydney, when he mentioned this everyone boo'd. Ha!)...
Despite wearing flats, my feet where killing me by the end of almost four hours of dancing!
Was a fun night!
It dawned on me I've been to more concerts this century a.k.a. since having kids, than I ever went to last century!
Bless, bless Sif xxx
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