So in lieu (sweet! I've always wanted to use that word in writing) of keeping up better with my blog, and considering the night I had, I thought I should write down my past two days. I last talked to you guys on Thursday I believe. That evening went well. I looked after Yannik, and took him to the wave pool. Actually he was rather crazy at the pool, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy jumping into a crowded location and then beating the water with his arms all around him. Also the waves were turned on (for the first time since I've gone there). This meant that I could not let Yannik pass a certain point in the pool because of rules. This is not necessarily the easiest thing to explain to Yannik and I was forced to do some dragging back over the line, while swimming in what felt like the seven seas. Finally the waves stopped and I was relieved as the pool emptied out, and Yannik and I had a corner to ourselves. It was relaxing at that point till suddenly I saw his bathing suit in hand and he threw it across the pool. It is never easy to try to dress a naked child, underwater, in a public pool. So we managed to cover him and I then said that we were leaving if he was going to act like that. So we got out and dried off. At which point Yannik handed me back his towel and ran back into the pool for another swim. (It was just one of those moods he was in I suppose) well we came back home and I was going to make some Bibimbap, but since it was late I sort of played some speed up rules. Since I did it fast, and because we lacked some keep vegetables, lets just say it was a rather horrible disaster. Well, can't win them all I suppose.
Friday was a much simpler day. After looking after Yannik in the morning, I went to Kirsten's (Leigh's Sister's) house and helped them with some yard work. I worked till two there, and then returned home. While there I did notice a large bottle of juice that seemed to be labeled as Lemon Barley drink. I thought what an interesting combination. It sounds delicious I must try some. So I took out a glass and poured myself a big batch. I took it all down in one large gulp, at which point I thought "WOW" that is strong stuff. And sweet as sugar too. Its then that I looked at the bottle more closely and noticed the directions to match one part Lemon Barley Syrup to 5 parts water before drinking. ... I had just had a whole glass of concentrate.
Anyways, I returned home and watched Yannik without much event. That evening I found myself being rather lame and so I stayed home and read in bed for hours.
The next morning I woke up to a beautiful day. I spent the day reading outside and catching up with old friends online. That evening at 8 I headed into town for an Improv Bandits show. This was the group that I was taking the Improv classes with. I was able to see them finally do a show. It was a pretty solid show, although it was all shortform. However they had some really cool new games that I can't wait to send home. So I went to the show, and since I like to think of myself as the badass lone wolf, I went alone. However, just to mix things up for a change, I thought wouldn't it be a crazy idea if I went out and met up with some after the show. Crazy thought I know. So Monika (one of the Germans (but not a nanny)) met me down at Britomart after the show. We met up and went into a Belgium beer cafe for a drink. Now to me Belgium beer is the one kind of beer that beats German beer. Monika did not seem to agree with me on this. At any rate, in this bar there was a band playing. Now some of you may have heard me go through the list and explanation of instruments I would love to learn. If you have I suggest skipping ahead. However for those of you who have not, it goes something like this:
1.Stand up Base -- I think it would be so cool to stand up with a base and sunglasses on (even though I'd be in a dark room) and just like smack a base, Bom bom bom bom (that sounds better when you hear me do it)
2.Harp -- Harps are huge! Like taller than me huge! and how cool would it be to like carry a harp on you back and be like "Lets ROCK OUT!" and spin your harp and just 'dud dud dudud dud!" Pluck it like crazy
3. Fiddle -- I want to learn the fiddle, and not the violin. Because in my mind a violin is played properly and in proper locations in a proper form. While I feel like the fiddle is played only when dancing around a fire doing a jig. And thats AWESOME.
4. Saxophone -- I only desire to play the saxophone One, because Bill Clinton plays it (props to him), and Two, because I would love to do a gut busting solo and like do a slide on my knees and then laying on my side and walking in a circle while lying on the floor, all the while blowing people's minds with my sweet as* saxophone playing.
* I should specify if I have not already, that Sweet As is a common slang term used here in NZ. It is not the sweet ass of America, but rather used as either an awesome or cool or in response to someone, similar to "cheers"
Thus this completes my list of instruments I would like to learn and why. Sorry the grammar is bad, but I get a little excited at the thought of some of those so I write it like I speak it. At any rate, in this Belgium Beer Cafe, was a band playing. And in this band was the epitome of everything I would love to be as a Stand up Base player. This man had and electric stand up base that was covered in Jack Daniels stickers. He had a sweet little mustache and dreads to match. when we walked in the man was leaning at about a 45 degree angle playing his base and tearing into it. Later we were sitting there and he went in a crazy Stand up Base solo that included both him straddling his base and playing it between his legs, and laying it flat on the ground and playing it while laying on the ground next to it. He was like my Stand up Base Idol.
Well after departing the bar and leaving my idol behind (as much as it pained me to leave) we headed back down to Britomart (the train depot and where the buses come and go from). It was about 11:40 and Monika was going to head home. Unfortunately my last bus home leaves at 11 and after that there are just two more buses, at 1:30 and another at 3:10. So the Lone Wolf was back in his native state and he was on the prowl for the next 2 hours. So what does a Lone Wolf do when he is alone. Well naturally he looks for a place he can step into to use the restroom. He may normally consider finding a corner to do such in, but considering that as soon as Monika left the Lone Wolf watched a man get chased down and tackled by the cops as he was urinating on the side of Britomart. The Lone Wolf decided a restroom would be the best solution. So I found a nice Irish bar called the Fiddler and went inside. After using the restroom I thought hell why not buy a pint of Guinness and see whats going on. They had a sweet as singer playing some good old Irish drinking songs in the corner. After ordering my beer, and looking around I realized I must have been in the hub of Irish culture in Auckland. It was a small bar, but it was filled with redheads, and everybody including both bartenders had thick Irish accents going on. I stayed and had a beer, and chatted a little bit, but considering my accent (essentially considering that its not Irish) I decided it may be best for me to go after my first beer. So I left the fiddler, and decided maybe I'll go to the culture that has always accepted me, "I'll go grab some Korean food". At this point it was 12:30 or so and I figured I'd look for some Bulgogi and then head back up Queen st. and catch the bus. So I am walking down Queen st. when somebody on the street says to me "You know what these mean man" pointing down to the two street grates he was standing on both labeled FH on them. "Free hit!" he said and lightly punched me in both arms. I chuckle and continue to walk, but he runs up beside me and continues to talk to me. His name was Chris, and apparently Free Hit is a game played by all Kiwi youth (normally ending around the age of 12 I presume, but alcohol can turn a man into a 12 year old agian) Well, it just so turned out that they were going to a friends 21 birthday down on the pier at Buffalo bar. The very same bar I go to for Couchsurfers. He said I should come along and that he could probably get me in, I smiled and said its cool, I friends with the owner. NICE! I thought. I've been here three months and I can tell some guy not to worry about getting me in somewhere, "Please, I know the owner." Haha. Well anyways he was impressed and we continued to chat. He introduced me to the group of 7 or so he was with. I figured well lets forget Korean food and see where this adventure takes me. So I wound up at Buffalo bar with a large group of people I had met on the street cause one of them punched. I thought this is interesting. But I had a lot of fun. I was able to walk right into the bar and grab a free beer from the owner and then sit back and smile. I spent the night just chatting and meeting people. Around about 2 in the morning Chris (it seems all the people I meet over here are named Chris) said they had to head home around 2:30. I told him my bus didn't leave till 3:10. So he said "hey I have some tickets to a private concert up on Albert street if you want them. Not like I am going to use them." So he handed me tickets to a concert up the street. I headed out and hit it up. It was pretty cool to walk up pass a long line of people waiting to get in and hand the bouncer a ticket that said VIP Permission. The bar was pretty cool and DJ was alright. But by that time I was rather hungry and tired so I didn't stay long, and walked to the bus.
So that was my evening. Sorry the post was so long. Have a good one.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Recap.
Well, I suppose at some point I was going to be forced to face the fact that yet again I have let 2 weeks slip by me without much of a report. However I am going to try to make this as direct as possible, so that we can catch up with each other.
Since last Wed 2 weeks back, my week continued in much of a similar fashion as before. On Thursday and Friday I continued to do yard work. Which was pretty nice since it earned me some extra cash, and I must say the house looked lovely by the time we were done. On Friday night I stayed in and relaxed. However on Saturday night I went out to Takapuna (a place on the North Shore). It was Julia's going away party. Julia is a german that had been studying here, and now that exams were over she was returning to Germany. Fortunately for us we had talked her into moving to Munich so we had a place to stay for Oktoberfest. So I will see here soon. At any rate, there was a going away celebration at her place Saturday night. It was quite the event. As soon as I got there Chris had to pass out in my car because he was already done for the night. On the bright side this gave us plenty of opportunities for us to take pictures while messing with him. The next morning I woke to find I had a parking ticket due to annoying circumstances. That was disappointing, but oh well. It happens.
The following week was what can only be described as lazy. Both Leigh and I were sick. Thus she stayed home from work on both Monday and Tuesday. Resulting in my normal schedule being completely out of wack. Along with this I felt groggy and took several naps myself. Needless to say it was a week of laying around reading and doing nothing of great value I am ashamed to say. I will say that on Wed. night at Couchsurfers Aaron (who runs the whole thing and has become a good friend of mine) decided to grace me with a homemade shirt. It was something that we had joked about the week before, and low and behold he had done it. The shirt had a large rooster on it with the words "The Big Cock that Hits the Spot" written over top of it. Underneath in handwritten letters Aaron had written his nickname for me... "ASSHOLE". (Well naturally you see I am an American.... and thus that makes me an asshole by nature to the rest of the world.) I felt privileged to receive it and strutted around all night as the "Big Cock" showing my shirt off as much as possible. On Friday of that week, several of the Germans and I decided for the hell of it, to go out to the Family Room, which according to many magazine and newspaper articles (and user reviews) is quoted as "the gayest bar in Auckland". And Gay it was indeed. Let me tell you walked in and the bar arranged the liquors in a fashion so the formed a rainbow with their labels. (Which was pretty awesome if I say so myself). We enjoyed ourselves drinking, dancing, and watching a drag queen walk/dance off that occurred at midnight. I also was successful at congratulating Mrs. Gay of 2009 on her victory, and being hit on myself by 2 men. I have a sticker from one of them that says "Hey Ho, Lets Go" to prove it. The next evening I was invited over to a bbq at a friend of mine from the Ski Club. I joined them over in Glen Innes which is East Auckland (first time I had ever been out that way). I had an excellent time there. It was really good to again see some of the people I had while riding with the ski team. I ended up staying up the night at Racheals house (my friend from the ski team). She happens to live in the garage of a family, and I was placed in the spare bedroom in the house. The next morning I was awoke to a older-middle aged woman trying to plug a vacuum cleaner in. I rolled over and she suddenly realized I was there. "Oh my.. ummm. Oh. So sorry. Oh. Well then. Sorry. Oh" was what followed preceded by my quickly throwing a shirt on and apologizing profusely before dashing off to the garage.
That Sunday I continued my lazy streak, only to momentarily break it long enough to make homemade veggie burgers. (they were actually quite successful and tasty. We had to cook them over an open fire since they don't have a grill, but considering that they stayed together quite nicely.) Oh, I nearly forgot. When I arrived home on Sunday, the house was empty, which was normal since it was early morning, and they usually take Yannik to the beach or something in the morning (on the weekends), however they did not return for some time. When they finally did, it all became apparent. Yannik had pulled a head over handlebars fall on his bike that morning. Followed by a nice several yard slide landing. His face had been pretty badly scratch and his left hand has really nasty gashes on it, but the real one was a deep cut on his knee. I suppose the bike accident and injuries wasn't anything worse that what most adolescent boys sustain growing up. However for Yannik its slightly different. After he wrecked he didn't make a sound. He did not cry or make a noise. There is only a slight change in his breathing and thats the only way you know he is hurting. Also if he has done more that whats obvious he cannot tell you. So to be on the safe side they had taken him to the hospital. He was checked up on and we were told he was fine. The doctor pointlessly had but butterfly bandages on the cut on his knee. I say pointlessly, because as soon as they were placed Yannik removed them. After two more sets of bandages we gave up. Now for the past two days I have had to give him antibiotics and a painkiller. Neither of them taste two delicious, and the antibiotics are hot pink. It is also the antibiotics that he likes to spit out. On tuesday it took me 4 tries of him spitting it out and me trying to bribe him with chocolate and coke, before he kept it down. So this current week had been full of caring for Yannik. On Monday he stayed home from school because he was just so much to handle that we couldn't (with a clear conscious) send him to school (for their sake). So Monday was a really really long 11 hour day for me. After wards I called Chris and we went out for a beer. Tuesday was spent recovering, and Wed. was spent trying to get back into a normal schedule.
SO FINALLY.... we are brought back up to pace. Sorry for the long delay. I have somewhat been held up these past two weeks by an upcoming event. But the wait is over now, and I can type again. So I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you are doing well.
Love,
Wes
Since last Wed 2 weeks back, my week continued in much of a similar fashion as before. On Thursday and Friday I continued to do yard work. Which was pretty nice since it earned me some extra cash, and I must say the house looked lovely by the time we were done. On Friday night I stayed in and relaxed. However on Saturday night I went out to Takapuna (a place on the North Shore). It was Julia's going away party. Julia is a german that had been studying here, and now that exams were over she was returning to Germany. Fortunately for us we had talked her into moving to Munich so we had a place to stay for Oktoberfest. So I will see here soon. At any rate, there was a going away celebration at her place Saturday night. It was quite the event. As soon as I got there Chris had to pass out in my car because he was already done for the night. On the bright side this gave us plenty of opportunities for us to take pictures while messing with him. The next morning I woke to find I had a parking ticket due to annoying circumstances. That was disappointing, but oh well. It happens.
The following week was what can only be described as lazy. Both Leigh and I were sick. Thus she stayed home from work on both Monday and Tuesday. Resulting in my normal schedule being completely out of wack. Along with this I felt groggy and took several naps myself. Needless to say it was a week of laying around reading and doing nothing of great value I am ashamed to say. I will say that on Wed. night at Couchsurfers Aaron (who runs the whole thing and has become a good friend of mine) decided to grace me with a homemade shirt. It was something that we had joked about the week before, and low and behold he had done it. The shirt had a large rooster on it with the words "The Big Cock that Hits the Spot" written over top of it. Underneath in handwritten letters Aaron had written his nickname for me... "ASSHOLE". (Well naturally you see I am an American.... and thus that makes me an asshole by nature to the rest of the world.) I felt privileged to receive it and strutted around all night as the "Big Cock" showing my shirt off as much as possible. On Friday of that week, several of the Germans and I decided for the hell of it, to go out to the Family Room, which according to many magazine and newspaper articles (and user reviews) is quoted as "the gayest bar in Auckland". And Gay it was indeed. Let me tell you walked in and the bar arranged the liquors in a fashion so the formed a rainbow with their labels. (Which was pretty awesome if I say so myself). We enjoyed ourselves drinking, dancing, and watching a drag queen walk/dance off that occurred at midnight. I also was successful at congratulating Mrs. Gay of 2009 on her victory, and being hit on myself by 2 men. I have a sticker from one of them that says "Hey Ho, Lets Go" to prove it. The next evening I was invited over to a bbq at a friend of mine from the Ski Club. I joined them over in Glen Innes which is East Auckland (first time I had ever been out that way). I had an excellent time there. It was really good to again see some of the people I had while riding with the ski team. I ended up staying up the night at Racheals house (my friend from the ski team). She happens to live in the garage of a family, and I was placed in the spare bedroom in the house. The next morning I was awoke to a older-middle aged woman trying to plug a vacuum cleaner in. I rolled over and she suddenly realized I was there. "Oh my.. ummm. Oh. So sorry. Oh. Well then. Sorry. Oh" was what followed preceded by my quickly throwing a shirt on and apologizing profusely before dashing off to the garage.
That Sunday I continued my lazy streak, only to momentarily break it long enough to make homemade veggie burgers. (they were actually quite successful and tasty. We had to cook them over an open fire since they don't have a grill, but considering that they stayed together quite nicely.) Oh, I nearly forgot. When I arrived home on Sunday, the house was empty, which was normal since it was early morning, and they usually take Yannik to the beach or something in the morning (on the weekends), however they did not return for some time. When they finally did, it all became apparent. Yannik had pulled a head over handlebars fall on his bike that morning. Followed by a nice several yard slide landing. His face had been pretty badly scratch and his left hand has really nasty gashes on it, but the real one was a deep cut on his knee. I suppose the bike accident and injuries wasn't anything worse that what most adolescent boys sustain growing up. However for Yannik its slightly different. After he wrecked he didn't make a sound. He did not cry or make a noise. There is only a slight change in his breathing and thats the only way you know he is hurting. Also if he has done more that whats obvious he cannot tell you. So to be on the safe side they had taken him to the hospital. He was checked up on and we were told he was fine. The doctor pointlessly had but butterfly bandages on the cut on his knee. I say pointlessly, because as soon as they were placed Yannik removed them. After two more sets of bandages we gave up. Now for the past two days I have had to give him antibiotics and a painkiller. Neither of them taste two delicious, and the antibiotics are hot pink. It is also the antibiotics that he likes to spit out. On tuesday it took me 4 tries of him spitting it out and me trying to bribe him with chocolate and coke, before he kept it down. So this current week had been full of caring for Yannik. On Monday he stayed home from school because he was just so much to handle that we couldn't (with a clear conscious) send him to school (for their sake). So Monday was a really really long 11 hour day for me. After wards I called Chris and we went out for a beer. Tuesday was spent recovering, and Wed. was spent trying to get back into a normal schedule.
SO FINALLY.... we are brought back up to pace. Sorry for the long delay. I have somewhat been held up these past two weeks by an upcoming event. But the wait is over now, and I can type again. So I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you are doing well.
Love,
Wes
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Work Work Work
I've said it before and I'll say it again, "VICTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". So those bagels I mentioned in the last post... Actually came out as bagels. Even the Onion garlic bagels looked and tasted like onion garlic bagels. I was pretty freakin happy to say the least. It helped that I made them Sunday night so that I could have fresh baked bagels for Monday morning. That was pretty nice.
Anyways, not much has happened recently. I have been trying to pick up extra hours during the day to make some extra mulla. So on Monday after Yannik went off to school, I layed down some sheets and taped off the hallway in order to paint and get high on fumes all day long. I painted till about 4:30 and then I cleaned the house up grabbed a bite to eat, and ran off to Improv. At improv, this week I was definitely on. Which is such a good feeling. I also learned a new improv game called "Furniture" which is always sweet as. I also found out some information about Level 2. Level 2 won't start till January of next year. It also is by invite only. So Wade has to think I'm good enough to let me in. Which I didn't think would be a big deal till he told me that at the end of level 2 you become a Covert Theatre player essentially. Plus during level 2 you do live shows for paying audiences. So essentially if I were to do level 2 and make it through I would essentially make a small amount of money doing improv. WHich would be awesome to say I did. But first we will see if I"m invited back for level 2.
On tuesday I did much of the same. I painted in the afternoon till the paint ran out, and then I went grocery shopping for dinner. When I returned I made some homemade hummus, and then some homeade falafel for dinner. Yannik was in a bit of a funk, so we didn't go on much of a walk, and when I returned home again I talked to Christoph while I finished preparing din din. Later we watched Terminator 3, which reminded me that I haven't seen Terminator 4 (what a failure I am).
And now this morning I whipped out some more bread, and am now making a double load of pretzels to give to the german nannies at couch surfers tonight. In just a moment I will go to Leigh's sisters (Kirsten) to go do manual labour, (and maybe fish for another "muscular" compliment).
I hope everyone back home is well. Love you all.
Wes
Anyways, not much has happened recently. I have been trying to pick up extra hours during the day to make some extra mulla. So on Monday after Yannik went off to school, I layed down some sheets and taped off the hallway in order to paint and get high on fumes all day long. I painted till about 4:30 and then I cleaned the house up grabbed a bite to eat, and ran off to Improv. At improv, this week I was definitely on. Which is such a good feeling. I also learned a new improv game called "Furniture" which is always sweet as. I also found out some information about Level 2. Level 2 won't start till January of next year. It also is by invite only. So Wade has to think I'm good enough to let me in. Which I didn't think would be a big deal till he told me that at the end of level 2 you become a Covert Theatre player essentially. Plus during level 2 you do live shows for paying audiences. So essentially if I were to do level 2 and make it through I would essentially make a small amount of money doing improv. WHich would be awesome to say I did. But first we will see if I"m invited back for level 2.
On tuesday I did much of the same. I painted in the afternoon till the paint ran out, and then I went grocery shopping for dinner. When I returned I made some homemade hummus, and then some homeade falafel for dinner. Yannik was in a bit of a funk, so we didn't go on much of a walk, and when I returned home again I talked to Christoph while I finished preparing din din. Later we watched Terminator 3, which reminded me that I haven't seen Terminator 4 (what a failure I am).
And now this morning I whipped out some more bread, and am now making a double load of pretzels to give to the german nannies at couch surfers tonight. In just a moment I will go to Leigh's sisters (Kirsten) to go do manual labour, (and maybe fish for another "muscular" compliment).
I hope everyone back home is well. Love you all.
Wes
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Tasty
I believe I quote the great Johnny Drama from Entourage when I say "VICTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" So you guys know those soft pretzels I was trying to make at the end of my last post. Well ya. THEY"RE AWESOME! A complete success if I do say so myself. I feel like I am at a baseball game or themepark eating them. Its so great. I never thought I would have the super power of being able to summon forth wonderfully golden brown tasty soft and salted pretzels with the flick of my fingers. Dad you should be proud of your son. I have conquerored the German Soft Pretzel. Not to mention there is nothing like a warm Pretzel to suddenly appear really hot in the eyes of german au pairs.
Anyways so needless to say on Friday I made a batch of Pretzels which was highly successful. That evening I met up with a bunch of people in the city. About 5 of us met at a bar to listen to two bands playing that night. The main group was pretty cool. Sort of a little "Ani Defranco"ish. After the the bands finished another group of about 10 people came out to join us. We decided to go downtown, and ended up going clubbing. We ended up at a place called the car park and me and several people danced the night away. That night I ended sleeping on the floor of Monica's in Point Chevieler. This is because for some extremely annoying reason, the last bus for Onehunga leaves at 11. So if I want to go out on the town I pretty much have to crash on a floor. Well the next morning I woke up, and it was spectacular out. Bird was staying at Monica's as well while until his job in the south Island begins (he finally found one) We sat around outside and enjoyed the weather for a little while till I decided I should get home. For some reason, I thought it would be interesting to see what it was like to walk all the way home. Two and a half hours later, I wasn't necessarily still thinking it was such a good idea. But it was a beautiful day and so the walk wasn't too bad. (Its about the same distance from downtown to home as well, 2 and a half hours).
After I returned home, I passed out and then woke up to make another batch of pretzels (simply to put the recipe in my head). Then I head to the Kingslander in Kingsland and met up with the same group from the night before and watched the Australia vs. New Zealand Rugby game. We of course crushed Australia as we always do in Rugby. Then most people rolled out but myself and two other guys. So we went to the central city and as soon as we got out of the cab I ran into two other of my nanny friends. (it was pretty funny) so we then went clubbing again for the evening. This time I was able to catch a nightrider bus home for the evening. (Apparently, due to my frustration yesterday I had done some research, and there are nightrider buses that go from downtown back to Onehunga at 1:30 and 3:10 in the morning on Friday and Saturday nights so thats good).
Anyways, this morning I woke up at noon (latest I've slept in since I was here). Then I took a shower and headed One Tree Hill to meet up with the group. We spent the day lazing around in Cornwall Park (the large park that One Tree Hill is a part of) At around 5 we all rolled over to Kingsland and gorged ourselves on Chinese food. I definitely got my quota of meat in for the week. Afterwards just to fill in the cracks we picked up a crate of ice cream and hit that.
And now, finally, I am back at home trying to ignore my fear of the Television which is playing "I Know What You Did Last Summer" (At some point I will have to get over my fear of horror movies (even cheap, bad, teen horror movies)). I sit here while I wait for my dough to rise. This time I am making bagels for tomorrow morning. I'll tell you how it goes.
Wes
Anyways so needless to say on Friday I made a batch of Pretzels which was highly successful. That evening I met up with a bunch of people in the city. About 5 of us met at a bar to listen to two bands playing that night. The main group was pretty cool. Sort of a little "Ani Defranco"ish. After the the bands finished another group of about 10 people came out to join us. We decided to go downtown, and ended up going clubbing. We ended up at a place called the car park and me and several people danced the night away. That night I ended sleeping on the floor of Monica's in Point Chevieler. This is because for some extremely annoying reason, the last bus for Onehunga leaves at 11. So if I want to go out on the town I pretty much have to crash on a floor. Well the next morning I woke up, and it was spectacular out. Bird was staying at Monica's as well while until his job in the south Island begins (he finally found one) We sat around outside and enjoyed the weather for a little while till I decided I should get home. For some reason, I thought it would be interesting to see what it was like to walk all the way home. Two and a half hours later, I wasn't necessarily still thinking it was such a good idea. But it was a beautiful day and so the walk wasn't too bad. (Its about the same distance from downtown to home as well, 2 and a half hours).
After I returned home, I passed out and then woke up to make another batch of pretzels (simply to put the recipe in my head). Then I head to the Kingslander in Kingsland and met up with the same group from the night before and watched the Australia vs. New Zealand Rugby game. We of course crushed Australia as we always do in Rugby. Then most people rolled out but myself and two other guys. So we went to the central city and as soon as we got out of the cab I ran into two other of my nanny friends. (it was pretty funny) so we then went clubbing again for the evening. This time I was able to catch a nightrider bus home for the evening. (Apparently, due to my frustration yesterday I had done some research, and there are nightrider buses that go from downtown back to Onehunga at 1:30 and 3:10 in the morning on Friday and Saturday nights so thats good).
Anyways, this morning I woke up at noon (latest I've slept in since I was here). Then I took a shower and headed One Tree Hill to meet up with the group. We spent the day lazing around in Cornwall Park (the large park that One Tree Hill is a part of) At around 5 we all rolled over to Kingsland and gorged ourselves on Chinese food. I definitely got my quota of meat in for the week. Afterwards just to fill in the cracks we picked up a crate of ice cream and hit that.
And now, finally, I am back at home trying to ignore my fear of the Television which is playing "I Know What You Did Last Summer" (At some point I will have to get over my fear of horror movies (even cheap, bad, teen horror movies)). I sit here while I wait for my dough to rise. This time I am making bagels for tomorrow morning. I'll tell you how it goes.
Wes
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