I've totally fallen off the Blog Wagon (should that be capitalised? hmmmmm) since my trip to Wellington, due to large amounts of busy and small amounts of motivated, and since I had my last two music tests for the year today, I figured now would be a good time to recap.
So, I went up to Wellington via Christchurch a while ago, and while it wasn't all super fun exciting, I really enjoyed myself. I saw lots of long-distance friends, and had great adventures. I think my top favez were taking the train to Paraparaumu with Elizabiscuit then going on a date with Giannnnnna, all in one day, and going to Beach House and Bachelorette the night after. I will put up photos of this when I figure out how I can get them onto my computer easily (I lost my USB cord thing).
When I left Wellington I flew down to Christchurch, coz it was like $40 or $50 cheaper than flying straight to Dunedin. This is generally a good idea, but is much less so if you don't also book a bus in advance. The Night Rider = shit.
I did go to a pretty awesome party in Christchurch. When I arrived there were about 30 people there, including a group of about 8 teenagers sitting in the corner attracting animosity. I was pretty confused, but was informed that they were some of the younger members of Christchurch's premiere skateboard gang, The Thundercats (Thunderkittenzzz?). Anyway, eventually a little fight broke out, and while I sat quietly in the corner reading Vice, the ruffians were escorted outside. They flashed their penises at us from the road (we were in a second floor apartment) and then went to the car park building across the street and called in reinforcements.
Some older Thundercats soon arrived, and tried to break down the door with a drain grate. It was well scary. Seriously. They couldn't though, so they threw bottles at the windows instead. That kind of sucked too. The police came soon though, so they left and the party progressed quite well. I drank wine and made friends and probably berated some people. All quite standard, really.
Anyway, I caught a bus to Dunedin the next afternoon, and so concluded my mini holiday.
Bri-yawn Moanstown Massacrap
Na jokes, they were awesome.
I can't remember if anything of note happened after for the couple weeks after this. I went to Fever Club one night, and had a regrettable argument, but apart from that I think it was pretty quiet.
There is more to come, but I have become tired and restless. Photos, and stuff from Thought Creature>Present to come, probs in the next couple days.