Friday we went out. I worked as am unofficial coat checker at Havana Bar in between dancing and actually made money! People were giving me their coats, tips, drinks and taking photos and I really don't think i looked the coat check guy part; I was wearing aviators, drunk, and laughing the whole time. Eventually the real bouncers came and took over and so it was back to dancing for me. And Pierre and his sister are the ultimate dancers. Everyone loves them and they truly bring the party with them. DJ's actually ring them and ask if they'll come help the dance floor to go off!
And then Saturday was Aussie Day. Or rather, Auckland Anniversary Day. This was celebrated in style at the Nurses Res(idence) with Kiwis and Aussies pitted against each other in life threatening feats of bravery, endurance and intelligence. All English present were divided into one of the two teams as well but there contributions were, um, tops. Nah, they were good as. Of course, New Zealand dominated the day overall. Winning the cricket, the ping pong, the drinking, Spoons, the cooking, the appearance, having the better country and so on. We did lose one game though admittedly. The intelligence test. Or did we lose?
Our questions were on Australia and their questions were like wise based upon New Zealand. So really, all we did was reinforce the fact that they like our country more, hence they know more about it. I mean, why bother learning which poo belongs to which australian animal (real questions, serious) or deciding which is a real Australian city when the options are Woobygoolybong, Wombat, Grassfield or Iggaboo. The fact that three of them are real in the first place sums up Australia pretty well I think.
Then town was hit and again it was another great night. Pierre had to leave early though to look after his Scottish girlfriend who was a little tipsy and I somehow got separated from everyone else. I remember visiting nearly every club in the Island (Colours, Havana, Outback and P-something), taking at least 3 taxi rides by just climbing in with randoms and meeting a tonne of awesome people in cues who let me sift in to their place and save me half an hour of waiting in cue. Then the night ended when two of the res residents found me and took me home to sleep the night at the res. Pierre then came and picked me up in the morning, as usual, being an AWESOME host!
Can't wait to return for the TT bike race in end of May.
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