Faboulosity all round

Im fortunate enough to have wonderful friends who totally 'get' me and what im wittering on about, and even more fortunate that they come and visit me!

My friend Ella came to stay this weekend and it was just like old times.

The first day we shopped, and saw the sights of the city, then refreshed ourselves with one of NZ's best and deliciousest products. 42 Below Feijoa Vodka. Mmmmm.

After polishing off a good 1/2 of the bottle we were feeling pretty good, so beautified ourselves and flounced off into town. We started off with shooters at one of the meat market bars on the main drag, and laughed ourselves silly at the sight of podgy women squeezed into tight short skirts dancing maniacally in groups. Theyre always in groups. The dancing around the pile of handbags thing seems to be a thing of the past fortunately. I always thought that was wierd.

Next we moved on to a much classier establishment (with people who could hold conversations, and music not solely from the early 90s) and made friends with some locals. Progressively, a DJ from the student radion station, a man with a gigantic cast on his hand, and a nice young man with a camera. Needless to say, because we were a little tiddly by then, we had photos taken with camera guy, and many others. There seemed to be an overabundance of men wearing scarves which was odd. We should really have asked them why, but it just seemed right at the time.

After devastating the the people with our dance floor moves we headed up the road to another place - with the excellent bar tender Rick with the silent p. He made us fantastic passionfruity cocktails and charged us rather reasonable prices. The bar was oddly empty - Rick said it was because of the Wild food festival being held in Hokitika. Fair enough. More vodka for Meeeee!

Last on the list (and possibly the oddest of the lot, given the time of the night), was a place full of hippies and freaks. With our level of drunkenness I suspect we fitted right in. They served us and we didnt complain.

The conversations were getting more and more random, and the men werent getting any better looking, so we decided to call time and headed on home... to Singstar!
I love singstar. I make up for the lack of quality of my singing by singing very loud.

It was a great night. Damn I love my friends!