Still coming down from the high that was the past 24 hours. And nursing a slightly sore head after a couple more red wines than I would normally drink of an evening. But oh so worth it.
I flew up to Auckland bright and early, leaving a gorgeous day in the Capital behind me and an equally lovely day in the City of Sails ahead of me.
It started with a trip to the French markets with my oldest friend in the world Andrea (and her sweet little 9-month old Mia). I can't believe the markets are on each weekend, there's such an array of amazing fresh produce.
Then it was home to chill out on the beanbags at their house overlooking Grey Lynn Park for an hour or so before my special lunch date with the lovely Sammy.
I love this girl. I love her faith, her beauty (inside and out) and the fact that she's a working mum like me, and I just know she 'gets' the unique and different challenges this brings to raising a godly family the best you can. We talked about all kinds of things, and even floated the idea of a proper organised bloggy get together in Christchurch mid-next year....who's in?!
We arrived with plenty of time to spare, and I was intrigued to see how the 47,000 (that's how many people were there!) wristbands handed out as entered were going to be used during the show.
Coldplay came out with a hiss and a roar, with fireworks, confetti cannons and all of a sudden the entire stadium was bathed in pulsating light from the wristbands. Sadly mine didn't actually work (and neither did Andrew's, Andrea's partner) but to be honest, it didn't lessen the enjoyment factor at all.
The sea of light from the pulsating wristbands
An amazing spectacle, and a memory that I'll carry around with me for a long time to come.
The only sour note of an otherwise perfect evening was the terrible logistics afterwards in forcing all 47,000 of us back out through 2 tiny gates which meant it took nearly an hour just to get out of the stadium. Then the cues for buses and trains (which were free) were simply staggering. I, with my ever active bladder, was contemplating having to jump behind a bush to relieve myself at one point there, and was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. I was glad when we made the decision to ditch the queue and walked up to the main road to fortuitously flag a cab down. My bladder was very relieved to get home about 15 minutes later I tell you!
There was just enough time for baked eggs for breakfast (whipped up by Andrew) before I headed back to the airport for the flight home.
It was lovely to have 24 hours out of the daily routine and some time just on my own, whilst at home Daddy did more than enough to win a Husband/Father of the year award managing to do the grocery shopping, take the boys out for brunch, run around with Mylo at football (where he apparently scored a cracking goal in his new football kit), hoovered the house, took the boys out to Porirua pool and on the waterslides, picked up one of Noah's friends for a playdate, cleaned both the bathrooms, and enjoyed takeaway pizza with the boys for dinner. Whew, I'm tired just after typing all that! You truly are my hero, honey!
Here a couple of my favourite moments from the concert last night...check out the fireworks and the sea of wristbands all lit up....so flippin cool!
And please excuse my somewhat exuberant, slightly out-of-tune singing in the background!