Sweet mother Mary

It is almost 2am on Tuesday morning. I have just got home from Sydney. My plane, bless it, was supposed to land just after 10. A severe electrical storm kept us grounded for a couple of glorious hours at Sydney airport. It was a kind of shabby ending to a truly brilliant weekend - with the double disaster in that it meant I didn't get to see New-Thom-With-An-H today. *sobs*
There were a couple of mini disasters in Sydney, mind you. Firstly we were nearly late for Daniel's performance because of crazy bad traffic. Secondly, I didn't get time to see Enda. And thirdly, the good porn shop was shut til December 13 for stocktake. *sobs*
But the fantastic moments outweighed the bad 100:1.
Firstly I got to see Daniel and Nigel and have some quality time with my darling DD. I spent all Saturday with the Allcorn family and Fiona at Chez Allcorn de Roseville - which was pleasant beyond believe. I feel so adopted by that family.
Daniel bought tickets to the ballet at the Opera House for me for Christmas... with a little help from Juli's protege Craig, one of the coryphees in the Australian Ballet Company.
The ballet was simply equisite. The best I have ever seen. Raymonda is actually a pretty crappy story, but the dancing was so light and effortless it was like they were weaving silk before my eyes. They are so much more gentle and light than the WA Ballet. [insert contempt for Simon Dow here].
Afterwards Daniel and I met Craig at the stage door and then we had a drink at the Opera Bar before heading back to Oxford Street to a place called Slide. It was great to meet Craig and we really really hit it off. I think I have a new friend for life... which is always nice. He's born three days before me, in the same year. Spooky, huh? He's off to Oslo, for six months to some kind of Norwegian ballet.
I left him at about 3am and popped into say hi to Phil at Midnight Shift briefly before heading to bed.
Sunday Daniel and I just hung around and went for a walk out to the Cross and back before watching DVDs over lunch. Good chill time.
That night we (Nigel, Phil and I) went to see Daniel's show. He was only on at the very end, but was a standout. After that I caught up with another Outback House reprobate, sailor boy Adam. Ended up at Arq with him and his mate Chris. Boy do those two know how to have a good time! And generous to a fault.
I stumbled home at 6am, which I justified as being 4am at home - but that didn't stop me from sleeping til 1pm. Whoops. Serious Sydney time wasted.
So I had lunch with Craig again before spending an hour with Daniel and heading to the airport... which takes us back to where this story begins.