We got half cut on champagne and went to pick out wedding jewellery for M on Saturday afternoon. I expect that's why I fell asleep by 9pm on Saturday night during the election coverage; being sauced, that is. We had a lovely time at the jewellery store. After finding the perfect earrings and matching necklace, we tried on everything in the vintage cabinet. I flounced around the store with a three carat diamond on my finger (verdict: terribly gauche and wondrously obnoxious, three carats is), while trying to persuade Hat Friend to purchase an expensive gold fob chain or a beautiful emerald ring. We drank some more bubbles afterwards and toasted the bride. Can't wait for her wedding day.
Election coverage: do you know, I think the coverage on my facebook page was probably more extensive and vitriolic than the coverage on the two major free to air channels? That's saying something. I woke up to posts on Sunday morning saying things like:
- 'Shame on you, New Zealand'
- 'Crying into a bucket of KFC, Dotcom?'
- 'If you didn't vote, you can't complain'
- 'Moving to Scandinavia'
Had the result gone a different way, I think I would have seen just as much disappointment from the other half of my feed. It wasn't all one-way traffic. I've found it hard to work myself into a proper lather about this election, though for all that I'm disappointed that NZ doesn't appear to wish to make any major decisions that might result in a narrowing of the gap between the rich and poor. Wow, I didn't expect to make any direct statements about my political leanings on social media (other than, you know, me feminism) but there we have it. Oh, except I've bagged Colin Craig before and I was thrilled to see we'll go another three Colin Craig-free years.