A Saturday Out

It's the day of the State Election, so Skribe and I determined to make a day of it. We can't help it: we're election sluts - we get a thrill out of the whole civic rights and responsibilities thing. I still get surprised everytime to discover you don't require proof of identification to vote - just a simple declaration that you haven't gone and sneakily voted elsewhere. And I particularly enjoy the bit where I get to number every single bloody one of those boxes, thereby making life hell for the unfortunate pollster who has to sort out precisely where my preferences are going.
Then we wandered off to East Perth to check out the Brett Whiteley exhibition, got lost and found the new ABC studios instead and had a cryptic conversation with the Indian security guard.
Us: "Hello. Do you know when they're moving in?"
Him: "Uh, around."
Us: "Um, have they moved in yet?"
Him: "Half an hour."
Us: "Er. Okay. Thanks."
Nice location, though.
Found the gallery, too. Just follow the water out to the Swan. The exhibition was interesting. Certainly worth a look, if only so you can now state with a more informed opinion that Whitely is largely over-rated, but does some lovely birds.
Afterwards, we set off on a grand tour of the city's office supplies shops and the stationery departments of major stores in search of a business card holder, which turned out to be rather more difficult than you'd think.
Eventually, dehydrated and exhausted, we wound our way home, and watched the Good Doctor Gallop win the poll that matters.
Now I have to go update his entry in the Wikipedia. What an absolutely fraggingly good day it's been. Either I've got to get the sort of social life some of my clothes have had (be careful what you buy at op shops), or the past couple of months have been so mind-numbingly awful that a simple day out like today counts as a fun outing.