Hubris

Saturday, February 12th, 2000

Well, I’m back in Auckland now. It’s very hot. Too hot, I say. I couldn’t sleep very well last night because of that, and the mosquito buzzing around. I hate bugs so much. So so so much.

Yesterday I drove all the way from Welly to Auckland. I left around 9.30am, and arrived at 6pm. The only stops I made were half an hour for lunch in Taihape (mmm Brown Sugar Cafe) and five minutes in Tirau to use the bathroom and run around in circles in the carpark stretching my legs and sending text messages. I drove up with Roo-bear strapped into the front seat, along with my ghetto blaster and a box of tapes. Of course, finding and changing tapes isn’t the easiest thing in the world to do, especially when it’s not a built-in car stereo designed for ease, and especially when said ghetto blaster has an occasional nasty habit of chewing tapes. So I listed to ZM as far out of Welly as I could, and then managed to tune into regional stations in the Manawatu (92 XS FM – rock on!) and Kiss and Lakeland FM around Taupo. They were like ZM, but with regional flare and slight hickness. I was amused.

Driving wasn’t so bad, although it made my neck and shoulders ache big lots. My car seat won’t click forward properly, so some of the time I had to stuff a pillow behind my back, until it got too hot. I didn’t talk to myself too much, either, prefering to concentrate on encouraging words to Inco, and making occasional comments to Roo. I’m not insane.

When I got home I was drenched in sweat, it was really yucky. While I’d managed to roar into Auckland zoom-zoom up the motorway, just before Mount Wellington the traffic got all banked up and hideous, and it took aaaaaaaaaages to get to the Greenlane turnoff. I probably swore more in that half hour than I did all day, with the exception of ‘bloody paj!’ but that doesn’t really count, does it?

Anyways, it took me like 15 minutes to unload the whole carload of goodies i had brought home with me (ironing board, breadknife, lego, glasses, bowls, olive oil, coffee – that kinda thing) and then I had a cold shower. Thomas had been busy in the kitchen all day preparing food for his bbq – I was very impressed. I had to watch SS with three nonbelievers, which was a little disconcerting. Shirley and Trudie came over for the BBQ too. I went to my room to show Trudie my yellow lamp (fuck, that’s almost as good an excuse as ‘listening to suede’) but she didn’t follow me, so when I got to my room, I unpacked my suitcase instead, and by that time I was very very tired and had a bit to drink, so I laid down to take a nap. But then the girls came in, and then Clayton came home, and Brad followed too, and everyone was congregating on my bed all of a sudden. Shirley and I danced to Geri Halliwell, and then i found my Spice Girls tape so that Brad could teach us the moves to ‘Who Do You Think You Are?’. I just couldn’t get it down properly, so we played ‘Stop’ as well, cos I know that one. It was fun.

Later, when almost everyone had left, Clayton was playing his MP3 collection, so him and me and Brad got down with our bad selves to Britteny Spears. Then ‘Bailamos’ came on, and oh my god! it was amazing. Clayton rushed out the front door, and came back with a rose clamped between his teeth, and Brad was posturing, and I was swinging my skirt, and and and…. wow. There’s still rose petals strewn throughout the hallway from it. I tried to tell Justin this morning it was because I got married, but I dunno if he believed me or not.

I smell of aromatherapy stuff. It’s intense.

Oh, Andee, Amy and Charlotte dropped in to see me this morning, which was cool. We had a chat on my bed cos Brad and Justin were in the lounge Being Funny (working on their play) and Thomas and Andrew were sitting at the dining room table reading the Herald/talking about Andrew’s money. I like my house.

I’m also thinking of shaving my head, but not to be like Olivia. No indeedy – it’d be just to make cleaning a lot easier. Our bath hasn’t been draining properly for the past month or so, so today, I managed to pull out handfuls of hair from the drain. I was retching from the smell until I poured bleach down it. Goddam, when I find the skanky person that’s been using our shower with long long brown hair, they’re so going to get an ass whooping. Or maybe not their ass.