Monday was my birthday. Every year on my birthday, I have a dilemma. Because my birthday is ANZAC Day. For the non-Aussies or Kiwis amongst you, ANZAC Day commemorates the landing of Australian and New Zealand troops (or the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps, hence ANZAC) at Gallipoli in Turkey during World War I. What was meant to be a quick way to knock Turkey out of the war turned into eight months of mass casualties for both sides. It was the first time Australia as a nation had sustained casualties in war, and the Gallipoli landing is commonly seen as contributing to the founding of our national identity.
Anyway, ANZAC Day is marked by dawn services around the country. The Last Post is played, wreaths are laid, and the Ode of Remembrance recited. And every year, I feel like I should go to the dawn service and honour those who fought and those who died, both at Gallipoli and in subsequent conflicts. But really, who wants to get up at 4am on their BIRTHDAY?? You see my dilemma. I figure one year, I'll go to the dawn service at Gallipoli. Because that's a once in a lifetime experience, so there'll actually be an incentive to get up at crazy o'clock on my birthday.
Wowsers. Massive depressing tangent much? Anyway, I once again didn't attend the dawn service this year #whoops. I slept in, then did cards and presents with the family. I got this card from my brother's girlfriend:
How awesome is it?! (My parents, on the other hand, didn't see it that way...) After the presents thing, we all headed into the city to see the Tutankhamen exhibition at the museum. Yes, I'm a museum nerd and I went to a museum on my birthday. I'm cool like that.
The exhibition was pretty amazing - ten galleries worth of Egyptian stuff, including five galleries worth of objects from Tutankhamen's tomb. Although having spent the past three months doing gallery installation, I couldn't help but say things like "Why did they mount it like that? It looks ridiculous!" and "Why is there no selastic tubing over the mount. That can't be good from a conservation perspective...". It rather drove my entire family insane. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Ahem. We went into the exhibition at about 12.45, and got out at about 3.30, by which point I was about to gnaw off my own arm with hunger. Thankfully, we went out to (a very late) lunch on Lygon Street, so it only took about five minutes to get there. And I ate my body weight in food, because birthday calories don't count. OBVIOUSLY. And then I had a toasted cheese sandwich for dinner at about 9.30. Birthday feast and a half!
Tuesday featured more food - breakfast in South Yarra with my older brother, my sister-in-law, and my niece - Little Miss A. Apparently I'm secretly five years old, because Little Miss A and I had the same breakfast. Except that she had a babycino and I had a hot chocolate... And as you can see, she was thrilled to see my camera:
|"Talk to the bear, you paparazzo freak!"|