"What do you want?"
"It's Anzac week. We should do something," he said.
Then I remembered about our shared love for all things military. Jarred himself came from a military family and of course I'm an ex-soldier with a constant desire to dress up.
"Let's dress up!" I said.
It turned out that he was thinking what I was thinking plus as a bonus, he'd never been to Motat (Museum of Transport and Technology). Motat is one of my favourite places in Auckland. I've loved it ever since I was a kid. Being there fills you with this wonderful sensation of stepping back in time ... and that's even after the refurbishments! As it happens, Motat was in the middle of "military month". What a perfect scenario for two grown men who were now fully dressed in odd fitting army uniforms. Once inside we proceeded to have one of the greatest days of our lives. We got yelled at on an assault course, laughed at on the rifle range and stared at blankly as we delivered jokes to onlookers in the history section. Jarred's hilarious banter had me in stitches.
"You should do a show in the festival." I told him.
"I am," he said. "It's all about being your own man."
"Oh, I know all about that." I said, touching my well-groomed face.
Then we sat with some kids and made medals using cardboard and snips.