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…Afternoon delight

May 10th, 2007 — 10:31am

  • Item! Last night Barticus and I went up to the uni to see Lani in the Law Revue. Lani was great, the law revue not so much. It still made me wanna do another play though. It’s been ten years since I was last on stage. Ten! Years! It was amusing seeing a boy in the audience that I went to primary school and high school with. He was wearing a suit. I always knew he was going to become a lawyer, but damn, he looked like a grown-up. I, meanwhile was wearing a Threadless hoodie featuring two unicorns humping in front of a rainbow. *Does secret ‘T’ with hands at Lisa*

  • Item! Speaking of Lisa, she is head over heels in love with Steve Sanders. She is constantly calling me up trying to come over to watch more of my season two 90210 DVDs. I think the reason she is so enamoured of him is because of the cropped singlet he was spouting in one of the beach episodes. He makes her as moist as Kelly’s nose flare in the opening credits.

  • Item! I have six weeks left in my current position (my contract is finishing, and I’ve chosen not to apply again, as it’s a two year fixed term, and I don’t think I have more than six months left in me here), so the job hunt is on. The interview I had with the Ministry that my father works for went really well, and they gave me homework to do – writing a communications strategy. I came up with a brilliant idea, and apparently they didn’t have a negative thing to say about me, but they’re going with someone who’s currently working in almost an identical role. That’s okay, I am optimistic about my employability. I would totally be an assest to any company in a comms/writing/editing/party-planning role.

  • Item! I have about six party plans on the go right now. There’s outfit planning for the prom I’m going to on Saturday (by the way, if you see me there, I am totally going to make you slow-dance with me. My sad little inner-twelve-year-old must be redeemed!), then the prize-giving for the end of the Wellingtonista Bowling League (I’ve booked a venue, your team captain should have given you the details), our social club drinks right before that, which has an Office Olympics theme, and then there’s this:

    You’re totally invited to it, but please make sure you dress up, have a backstory to go with your character, and bring some booze. After that, there’s my birthday party in a couple of weeks (Dead Rockstar theme), and then my goodbye drinks, and then the next day I’m going to Rarotonga to party with my family in celebration of my dad’s 60th. Phew!

  • Item! I bowled! Twice! And I didn’t do too badly! That was very exciting, given that the last time that I bowled was when we had a Flat Outing when Thomas moved out of Garland, and so you can probably guess that I didn’t do very well then (although managing to get out of bed and not puke on the lane was an achievement in itself). On Tuesday I even earned a league point for the slowest possible bowl (2.34km per hour). And then I got two strikes, and they were the last bowls of the night, so everyone saw me get them, and basically, I am just teh awesome. I’m really stoked by the support that my friends have given the bowling league too, with Dave stepping up to the plate every week, and Smoo and Anji having bowled as well, and Dyl entering a work team. It makes me feel positive that the Wellingtonista awards will be more supported at the end of the year. And in five years the Wellingtonista will be so huge that I’ll be able to work on it full time and get paid a living wage. Yes indeedy.

  • Item! We got an extra $70 million in the budget, so our director spent it all on fancy cheese from Kirk’s for us yesterday treated us to bubbly and cheese last night that I’m pretty sure he paid for, as it’s also his 60th birthday (and like my father, who is of course an ex colleague of his, he’ll be going to a tropical island to celebrate. I think for my 60th, I will take the Trans-Siberian). Damn that was some good cheese.

  • Item! I bought an entertainment book, so despite my serious budget deficit, I’ll be eating out more often (heh heh heh) and writing it up on the Wellingtonista, like this review of 88.
  • Item! I have a crush on pretty much everyone right now. Except for Steve Sanders. It’s quite amusing really.

  • Item! I went to the Kilbernie pool on Creative Wednesday, and actually swam for half an hour. That’s doing lengths, not floating on my back. Holy crap I was so impressed with myself. I was inspired to go partly because I’ve been meaning to for ages, and partly because I needed to click my hip back in to place after doing it an injury whilst bowling somehow. Swimming in a pool with goggles turned out to be a lot easier than swimming in windy conditions at Oriental Bay – who knew? I alternated between front stroke, backstroke and kicking lengths with a kickboard. My knees ended up feeling a little flappy, so I tried to kick from the hip. Ooooooooooh exhausting! It was so bloody nice to have a spa after that, even though the bubbles weren’t going. Kilbernie has private spa rooms, I felt like Roman princess. Or perhaps a Minoan one. In my togs I am a little more like an Amazonian princess, except with two breasts. Incidently speaking of cutting off your breast to be a better archer, someone from Xero commented while we were bowling that all the girls roll curve balls, and I said it was because our boobs got in the way. Anyone a star bowler out there who can confirm or deny this?

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    Labouring Day

    October 23rd, 2005 — 2:21am

    Okay, I have a lot more work to do that I really should get around to doing (damn you, Julie/Julia blog!), so I’ll do a bullet points update. That’s okay with everyone, right?

  • Please come to this:

    Truth be told, I kind of wish that it was Sunday and that it was over already, or perhaps the Saturday afterwards so I wouldn’t have any more “Oh, how was your party? Sorry I couldn’t make it” type smalltalk to make. I haven’t had a big successful party in Wellington EVER. Trying to have one is making me a little crazy. I am terrified of no one showing up except for a few suckers who have to try to put on a brave face and me wanting the floor to open up and swallow me before getting too drunk and abusive at the people who actually made an effort. That said, there’ll be great music and snacks and atmosphere, and costumes, and so please, do come along. If you don’t have my address and you’re not a Level 2 Hubrette and therefore able to read the secret footnotes that have my address in them, just drop me an email – anything @ hubris co nz – and I’ll tell you where it is and that will be choice okay rock.

  • Thanks to the ridiculously hott boys in The Edukators I have decided that I will buy No Sweat shoes instead once my chucks finally give up the last gasp of ghost that they have left in them, which won’t be long given that they are only held together by their stench right about now. Yum. The other thing that was they played song association in it, and by virtue of a) being raised on tracks “Greatest hits of 1985″ records that my parents brought in Germany when we were living there (which featured Nena, amongst other songs sung in German) and b) having Anji tell me about the joke beforehand, I was able to laugh when they talked about “Tausend-und-eine nacht”. Okay, no one else will get this paragraph. Nevermind.

  • Anji and I – but mostly me – went homeware crazy on the weekend, during a very pleasant drive out to Lyall Bay (which coupled well with what I’d said to my workmates on Friday night when we were having some jugs – “I had my first ever pash at the house of the bar manager here” – since that was the last time that I went to Lyall Bay, to the best of my knowledge). I bought tealight holders galore along with little candle lanterns at the warehouse, and we spent aaaaaaaaaaaaaages trying to choose wine glasses (we’d gone to the ware whare with the intention of purchasing a box of 18, but since they didn’t have those, we got six very large ones and two very large ones in a different shape) along with assorted tumblers destined for gingerbeer & vodka and handtowels at Briscoes. I agonized over bed linen and ended up getting some at Spotlight the next day. We also had lunch at The Empire – the new/old movie theatre in Island Bay, except that my friend who works there had the day off. Nevertheless, their gelati is fucking OMG mouth explosion.

  • Speaking of fucking OMG, Miss Lisa Fur had sought shelter at my house on Saturday night, and after Moulin Rouge she was like “It’d be so cool if you had Spiceworld” so I was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and nearly fell to my knees to perform cunnilinguis on her, but since I was not sure about the spelling, I instead got out the video and we watched it together and it was great. 27 times and counting and it still feels fresh. And now I hear that Ginger Spice is preggers? Woah!

  • And speaking of fucking brilliant rock star biographies, I got sunburnt on Saturday sitting outside reading The Dirt again. I still want to fuck Motley Crue. I’d even take the time out to learn how to umlaut their name if they’d just umlaut me.

  • Oh that’s right, the umlaut made me remember that after Anji and I had brunch at The Realm on Saturday, as we tend to do every fortnight or so, or at least often enough that the staff recognise us and seem to laugh at us a lot, we discovered that the bottle store across the road was doing a wine tasting. Who doesn’t like free wine? Well, certainly not us anyways. There were three ladies there with varying degrees of product knowledge and professionality (the last one raved on about Jacob’s Creek being $7 when she was ‘promoting’ a very different brand), and they were a little bored, so I tried thirteen wines or so in a short space of time, and got rather lightheaded. Most of the wines were things like Sacred Hill and Gunn Estate that I’d tried before (indeed, Gunn Estate seems to be the default wine at all the bars around here, so I’ve had quite a lot of it), but one that I hadn’t was a sparkling sav from Mount Riley called Savee, so this is where the umlaut comes in, because it’s actually Sav’ee, and given that my mother’s name is Aim’ee you’d think I would have learnt how to put in accents – but I can’t. Nevermind.

  • Corpse Bride, which I was able to furnish 19 people with free tickets to, thanks to the lovely KateH, is absolutely fantastic and you should go and see it and also buy me posters for it. Hurrah.

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    February 13, 2003

    February 13th, 2003 — 3:15am

    I spoke too soon about how nice it was to not have anyone extra staying. The German girls are back tonight, they just waltzed in and dumped their stuff – “we’re back”. I think I’m going to have to have a word to Ammy about it, because no one here can actually afford to subsidise their living costs. And I just want some peace!

    Actually, I’m a little richer that I expected to be, because my darling frined Nikki ran my number through the IRD and I get $350 back in tax. Then on Saturday, despite that we were both hungover, she took me to the battery shop and fitted a new battery in my rusty old engine, and checked my oil (there was none) and my water, and asked me if I could change a tyre. I can. Just whip out your cellphone and call 0800 500 222. Duh.

    Anyways, Friday night was dinner with KateH and Nikki here, and some copious amounts of beer consumption, before going to Steven’s apartment for more drinking. Steven lives in the same building that nigel used to live in, so there were far too many memories for me of crying in stairwells. Oh well. Steven’s friends were rather amusing, and Nikki (and to a lesser degree I) had arguments with the boys about whether or not Pearl Jam should have broken up a long time ago (yes). There was a suicide girls sticker in the bathroom, and three spacies machines in the lounge. There was also a boy there with Frodo eyes, so that was very cute. Eventually Nikki and I went home to drink more beer and hide in my bedroom from Jonny. Later I had to get up to go to Megan’s bed where Nikki was sleeping cos she came-a-knocking on my bedroom door demanding that I go and tell her stories til she fell asleep. I cheated and receited Douglas Coupland.

    Then yesterday, being Saturday, there was the assorted car battery madness (it goes now! how exciting!) and much laying around doing nothing at all. In the evening, Allison showed up, which was lovely, and Ammy made us lovely food, and her and me and Bo and Allison all went to the biggass party at Milton Road that the Kids were playing at (Okay, so they’re actually called The Midnights now, officially apparently, so I must stick to that). There were many many many people there, so many that I couldn’t even watch the kids play, cos the lounge was too packed and it freaked me out. At other parties I’ve been to with the rogues, conversations came super easily to me and I was all outgoing and friendly and hot chicks were scored, but it wasn’t like that last night. Maybe I was a little introverted, I dunno. I did have a very interesting long talk with this guy who works for an organisation that’s kinda parellel to mine, and he was cool, but then there was the whole conversation finished “i’m going to go and check out the rest of the party” thing. I found Bo sitting with a bunch’o the kids on the back of a truck, but it was too cold, and they were all smoking up, which you may reemember I can’t do, so I decided to go home. It was about a twenty minute walk, and only one car offered me a ride. I rejected it, strangely enough. Anyways, so I was very very cold and lonely, but I got home and Seb came running out,so there were many many snuggles and a gorgeous warm bed, and that was fabo.

    This morning (well, actually it was this afternoon), Ammy and I went to St Lukes and did a ridiculous amount of running around, and I bought a Sony video player. Yay! I owe her the money though, cos my bond refund and IRD refunds haven’t come through yet. We also got picnicy foods, and eventually headed on over to Potter’s Park, which is just a smidgen up the road, for the peace concert. We got a spot in the shade and spread out blankets and mats and had a lovely afternoon of it, even though whoever was m’cing was a dick. After that, there was more struggling with the video before I managed to get the tv tuned to it, and so now it’s all good.

    Tomorrow Bo and Leo are working for me handing out shit. I’m so excited. I’m also super excited that our plans for the School Fair themed b’day party for Megan have developed, and so now along with a kissing booth and a gypsy and pony rides, we’re also going to have a second hand clothing swap meet. This party will be fabo. I hope. I was supposed to clean the bathroom tonight but I might just go to bed instead. xojo.

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