It was the last performance this Wednesday night for the musical Frozen. After two cancellations because of you know what, Ex Sis in Law, her oldest daughter with two of her three, Little Em and Little M, and the Hippie Niece's twins wanted an early dinner before the 6.30 showtime and asked if we would like to join them. No cooking tonight for Household Management! He leapt at the offer.
They called when they were well on their way and we caught the tram to town just after four and met them at about 4.30 at Betty's Burgers and Concrete Co. It was stinking hot, around 35 degrees and the air con at the cafe was not working. Had it just been R and myself, we would have walked out straight away. We sweated as everyone around us fanned themselves with a menu. At one point all the lighting went off for twenty seconds as I guess an attempt was made to reset the aircon. Little Em was not her usual cheerful self and started to become unwell. She visited the toilet to no avail. Poor kid. She looked so sad and on the verge of tears.
After we ate we went outside where it felt a little better because there was a breeze. Humidity levels were high too. We hung about for a bit and the theatre doors opened. Although we weren't seeing the show, we went inside as well to cool off. Another toilet visit by Little Em but she was still unwell.
Little M's mother told her to not play with a barrier rope and Little M burst into tears. Amazingly the twins behaved impeccably. Maybe their hot tropical country genes make them more tolerant of heat.
Then in the quite grand foyer of Her Majesty's Little Em projectile vomited. Just two seconds afterwards before any of us could react a woman walked straight through the vomit, slipped and down on her bum she went. She wasn't so old and got up, seemingly unharmed but there will have to be a bruise.
Staff came from all directions and efficiently covered over the mess with some kind of absorbent powder and then started to use a hand brush and pan to clean up. No more than three minutes later, two St John's Ambulance staff were there. St John's is a terrific volunteer organisation who are often at large public events. I suppose it is predictable that there could be vomiting when there are hundreds of kids at an event. Later we heard they suggested Little Em the excitement and the heat had done her in.
As we trudged to the Bourke Street tram stop, R said 'pub, rest, cool down', so in we went. R had a beer and I had a gin and tonic. There were pokie machines. I won $10 and R's winning streak went on with a win of $50. The wins covered the cost of dinner. I can only continue to point out the benefits of gaming machines, especially for poor people who need to make some money. Fortunately for the benefit of the community, gaming companies make sure there is an abundance of gambling venues in poorer areas.
A little refreshed we slowly walked down to Swanston Street to catch a tram home, walking because the Bourke Street tram service is hopelessly infrequent.
R collapsed on to the sofa and I fell into an arm chair, with our delicious cooling easing our discomfort.
As I thought, once Little Em threw up, she would feel better and photos posted on FB still pre show saw her looking much happier.
We felt very English, having tea? at 5 o'clock and then later R made a supper of cheese and tomatoes on dry biscuits.