Brisbane, Brisvegas, the country town that became a very dynamic (and very spread out) city. It's funny that whenever I speak to people overseas, no-one has ever been to Brisbane. Except the airport maybe. It's always Sydney or Melbourne. Not that it bothers me in the least. Brisbane is where I did a very large chunk of my growing up and it has a very special place in my heart, no matter where on earth I go.
After the very exciting reunion with my family and friends (it had been 2 years since I'd been home) I found it very easy to slip back into Brisbane life. One of the things I love the most about coming home is how quickly it feels like I was never away.
Markets! Shopping but outdoors, what could be better. While I was out there was a bit of a fraca over the Green Markets at West End changing hands, however the final Green Markets of the previous management were a beautiful sight. There were hundreds of people there on a very sunny day in Autumn and everyone was in fantastic spirits. Beautiful food, coffee, flowers, and lots of other divine little bits and bobs. Along with anything sparkly, anything vintage catches my eye like a magpie and there was a stall selling the daintiest little tea cup and saucer sets. I would have bought them all if I were staying!
I have a bit of a habit of loving breakfast at markets, particularly the German sausage stand! I have strong German heritage and a bratwurst in a crisp roll with sauerkraut and senf under the tree canopy is a guilty pleasure first thing on a Sunday morning and is very centering to experience that fresh early morning feeling when I'm so used to late nights and dark venues. I believe the green markets live on so I hope it will be waiting for me when I return next time.
Markets were also a bit of a saviour when my family had to stage an enormous Singapore themed birthday event while I was out. Apart from having a stall with a knock-out Mexican hot chocolate, the wednesday night markets at Rocklea have the cheapest fruit and veg, rice and flowers. Oh and the very divine greek yoghurt stand.
Brisbane has a thriving Burlesque scene with very limited time however, I wasn't able to make a show. I have made some fabulous contacts in Brisbane with some very talented ladies who I hope to work with in the future. More than ever I can't wait to finish my performing arts degree and get stuck into the Australian scene.
One very glamourous evening however I did make it to the mid-week showing of Chicago. To see Caroline O'Conner as Velma and the very fabulous Sharon Millerchip as Roxie was so
inspiring. I wanted to race back into jazz dance classes immediately. It was also hilarious to see just about everyone we knew at the interval. It seemed that everyone had decided to go the same night. We were all singing 'All That Jazz' for the next week afterwards.So after some terribly exciting announcements from various members of my close family, many a magic, morning ride down the Brisbane River on the City Cat to my trapeze classes, and a few hysterically funny evenings in Alexander Heads with my girlfriends, it was over all too quickly. After an uncontrollably tearful farewell (I'm not very good at good-bye's) I was off to the UK again for the beginning of my final year in Brighton.
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