It eventually gets late and I walk Erin and Tobias to the bus stop, then decide I’m going to go with them. We assume we’ve missed the bus and walk to the city. We walk for an hour in the wrong direction and back again, but it’s worth it. On this walk the bus that we didn't actually miss roars past us. On getting back to
Crunchy nut for breakfast. Yay! Go shopping with Erin and Chris, get Turkish kebab for lunch, and get ready. Realise my dress has a giant hole in it. Wear it anyway. Go to Laura’s where we have dinner and drinks, and then the three of us spend awhile in the mirror drunkenly making my face as 2 dimensional as possible. Don’t really know why.
To town! Went to Estab which is for first years but it’s been so long since I’ve been clubbing that I don’t care. Go to a few more clubs, make friends, lose friends, find friends, offend Laura’s friends, go to McDonalds, make “French” friends. (*NB – May have not actually been French) go home. A very successful night.
Up for a morning coffee with Laura on her terrace overlooking the city, laughing indulgently at the students huffing their way up the stairs underneath us. Say my goodbyes, and meet up with Emma. Have an insane catchup with Emma whereupon we both literally cannot stop talking and heartily disgust the man behind us.
Stomach begins to hurt. Decide to forego a shower and instead scramble around the city picking up my luggage that has somehow been strewn from one end of it to the other. Head to PALMERSTON NORTH.
Literally talk the entire way. Have my first godsend blue Powerade (hangover cure) in months. The shopkeeper asks me where I’m from.
Upon arriving in Palmy, go for a swim and sauna in a fruitless attempt to right six days of wrong. It works slightly enough to go to Drew’s with a few double blacks – the bane of Emma and mine’s existence. Funnily enough, the drink that could send us careening down flights of stairs is now too sweet. Catchup with some of my favourite people and have a Kendo battle with Drew with fire pokers. Looking back this may not have been the most wise of ideas. Enjoyed anyway. Had some wonderful times, and perfected a dance move called “Death” whereupon a group of you are dancing normally in a club, and at some small cue all drop to the floor and lie motionless. It becomes an instant hit and we take it to town with us.
Despite now being 22, I am not allowed into the very first club we try because my ID is so hideously deformed. (Steven Nordstrom bit it – right across the face.) Luckily NZ is small enough that someone in our group knows the bouncer and after an extensive conversation I am ushered in like a smuggled 17 year old. When we finally get in we find the place empty, which is perfect for us. We order WAGs and dance on thin shelves about a metre and a half above the (concrete) floor.
Head to next (empty) bar. Dominate the dance floor. After awhile of this, we look around and find the place is suddenly packed. The “Death” move is showcased. Two girls across the bar scream.
BK is closed so we get McDonald’s, I get tired of walking and become a petulant child. Sleep upside down on a couch which was actually shown to me in the morning as being a fold-out bed complete with built in pillow.
Wake. Consume delicious pie and take student bus back to Emma’s. It’s like I never left. Try to sleep while Emma goes to work, but instead invite a random stranger (who I thought was a friend of one of the flatmates) in to hangout and watch TV. When they come home they are confused and I am sleepy.
Go for coffee with SamAllan! Funny, inappropriate, wonderful conversation. Go shopping for necessities and then to the TAB to place his bets. Go grocery shopping and get introduced to MAMMOTH YOGHURT. The advertising slogan reads “This is men’s yoghurt, and you are a man.” I'll take that. Heartily enjoy with tuna. It seems like the only thing my body will accept.
To Tamsin’s! See Lisa there. Big hugs and lie on couch making awful jokes and waiting to drink again. The fabled time finally rolls around and we wrap up and go to support our favourite sports team, (casual men’s hockey, 3rd div) Marist, complete with whiskey, cider and RTDs...Taped to our hands. At some point in the supporting (“Run like an antelope!” “Moist for Marist!” etc) we become loud, obnoxious, and hilarious. Can’t believe my good fortune at being able to relive the memories of watching a Marist game, starting from the humble beginnings of Emma and I wrapped in a blanket as students with a box of beer between us a full 3 years prior.
Go back to Tamsin’s, where my stomach is now hurting insistently. Drink more. Catchup with Rich and Brooke! Go on secret mission with Lisa in the hopes that BK will make my stomach better. It doesn’t. One of us spews. The other gets egged. We walk home. Craig and Matt are there but I’m in too much pain to enjoy their company to the fullest extent. All of our stuff is held hostage in Tamsin’s room (for leaving), so Lisa and I share a couch. One couch.
Slow start, cups of tea, sushi because my body will not accept another ounce of western food, and goodbyes until next time I see this wonderfully nasty city again. Pick up Kiri with Lisa and have a sweet catchup all the way to TAUPO.