In which I introduce you to the Monday Club.

I know I said a cast list of the Rowena’s characters would come next, but it will have to wait. A bit more insight into my geekyness.

My Happy Monday:

6.30am: (That must look like an oxymoron next to the words happy and Monday, eh?) Alarm goes off and if I’m clever enough, I’ll have showered the previous day and can hit snooze for another ten minutes (though, it is wise not to fall asleep whilst resetting your alarm in these instances, as I have done). Not to mention the little bit of warmth left under my duvet, since insulation in New Zealand hasn’t been discovered yet, from my best mate Hottie, the hot water bottle.

7.22am: Hop onto the bus from Seatoun (what a great name) into Newtown, prior to most 9-5-ers, waking up to the likes of the Phantom Band or the National, and watching the sunrise along the bays.

7.50am: Arrive at Te Whaea and open up reception.

8am-1pm: Entertain myself and those around the desk with help, ideas, and a wee bit of nonsense. Of course, that also means getting the job done. That’s what work is like within the performing arts cards.

1.15pm: Always end up leaving a bit late, and loving the feeling that I was busy enough to not get everything done, but knowing it will happen the next day.

1.30pm: Meet up with the gorgeous Jackie (from Virginia) at a coffee shop of our liking. This day was my personal fave- Midnight Espresso. Such an eclectic, psychedelic atmosphere and such strong espresso that I’ve grown quite an addiction for. We spend the next couple of hours chatting about life in Welly, boys, travels, and not always being happy-go-lucky, and plan a trip for 4^th of July weekend.

6pm: Take my first jazz class in ages and relish in the stretching and movements, and pas de bourrées, dancing to Lady Gaga and early J. Lo.

7.30pm: A small group of friends decided to start a club. It formed one fine Monday evening, the only day and time that all of us could actually meet up, over a shared, delish Indian meal. We realised that two Scots, a French gal, and an American gal actually got on famously and had more than just a few interesting things to say, and heaps of laughs to share. In just three meetings, we’d expanded to a force we couldn’t have foreseen.

So this Monday, I met up with our ever growing number of members in the miraculous Monday Club- for Malaysian Meal take away and Mary Poppins night! We all love a bit of alliteration. Not only are the cats involved some of neatest people alive, we’ve branched to a fabulous seven countries in only three weeks. They are: Scotland, France, USA, New Zealand, Germany, England, and Estonia. And of course everyone contributed some lovely, quirky quality. Chris, the Kiwi host, provided wine in tea cups and other assorted mugs. We munched on our Malaysian whilst chatting (and for me, knitting) and then watched the spectacle that is Mary Poppins. Who could resist the temptation to hum along and bounce their toes and laugh aloud? My fave part was going out to cut the lemon cake I’d bought for all nine of us into perfect slices and running in just as Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious came on, and dancing around whilst singing and handing out slices of cake. I’d even brought my tartan umbrella to act as a prop for the night. It was a jolly night with Mary.

Rach (Scotland) & Rach (US) - Monday Club founders

Here’s a link to my Wellington photo album:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=147348&id=656643796&l=7da42bb97f

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