...finds himself, once again, making his way back through the park from deepest darkest Wherever-else-in-Christchurch-he-happens-to-be-upon-waking; passing the businesspeople in flash cars, the joggers, the school kids (running for first period bell), the mothers walking dogs, the ducks eyeing the dogs suspiciously; unsure whether or not the reason he is swaying from side to side (and putting total trust the walk/don't walk lights for a change) is the extreme lack of sleep, or the multitude of beer and shakers that had been consumed the night before (as if the call "To the Poacher!" is ever one that ends well, although it was a Sunday, so where else?); wishing that if this is in fact becoming a pattern, then the least the weather could do is bloody well improve for next time...
Hmmm.
Still, a great day was had by all yesterday. Operation Fukuyama, in which the Political Science Department fought the evil History postgrads using whatever came to hand (paintballs, mostly), was a complete success. We, naturally, ran roughshod over the poor, unsuspecting History crew, with a final score 82 to 43. (Although, as Charlie pointed out, if we actually print that anywhere, they'll just recall the copies and burn them, and that's if the truth ever manages to surface after their initial "revisions.") I was almost eaten alive by a gaggle of angry History girls at the after-bbq for daring to even think about changing the CD. Fair enough, you might say (and serves you right), their house and all (well, one of their boyfriend's house), but I was only looking, and it was a change requested by an actual flatmate... sheesh, some people need to calm down some about the music. :) In the end, the music was changed and lots of dancing and jumping and general mayhem was unleashed upon an unsuspecting living room... until the alcohol ran out, and the move was made to town.
Then from town to Claire's for beer and Trivial Pursuit and beer and attempted viewing of Amelie*, foiled by it being way, way too early in the morning for that kind of carry on. And beer. Turns out I'm slightly more trivial than Katie, but not by much.
So, Sunday in a nutshell ("help, help, I'm stuck in a nutshell!"). Ahem.
My legs hurt, with the running and the jumping and the dancing and the...
*Still my favourite movie of 2002 - can't go past a movie so wonderfully filmed and brilliantly acted, or one in which the colours are so very rich, or one that makes you smile from the very first line, and keeps that smile on your face the whole way through.
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