I was going to write intersting and exciting stuff about Sarah and my current trip around the North Island. (You know, as I believe it's actually a proper noun, I probably shouldn't us "the", just simply "our trip around North Island." But I digress.) However, it would appear that the possibility of any such updates have been more than outdone by certain other individuals who sound like they're lining up much more interesting trips then a jaunt to Wellington and Auckland. Not that I'm bitter or anything. Bon voyage etc etc Si, hope the trip is as incredibly fantastic as it sounds like it's going to be!
Back to Wellington. Going north, one might have been mistaken in believing that one was going to a warmer place. Lies, all lies. The wind and the rain and the cold and the hurt me *glaben*... In actual fact the crappy weather has only resulted in a slightly damp shopping trip, as Tim and Melissa (who are kindly putting up with us) have an excellent gas heater making for warm nights, although it seems to be a hot topic of complaint for those who live up here. And now me.
Shopping was done. Eating nice food was done. Then more nice food. Then some wine, and then a move and some dancing in an Irish Pub. Where we bumped into Anna Santos, bringing the number of Burnsiders from our year in attendance to six! Was good to catch up with James T (sounds like he's having a blast) and David Borrie (haven't seen him since high school, but will endeavour to get him to parties when he's next down) again. All in all, sarah is very pretty and lovely and I am going to make her breakfast right now and then rub her feet and then buy her lots of presents.
Hmmm, would appear the keyboard has been hijacked some.
I see that our paintball experience has deeply scarred Dave so much that he cannot bring himself to admit that it occurred. As predicted, Pols once again ran roughshod over History, in an awesome display of more power paintball, 5 games to nill. Apparently, Dave falling down a hill while trying to catch me was a highlight, but I was too focussed on getting the flag back to out base to notice, so you'll have to ask Ben about that one.
And the title of the blog? My goatee has gone the way of the long hair, toga and sandals (and the healing of the lepers, just before I loot all the booty from their begging cups). Clean shaven (well, stubly shaven) am I. And it's bloody cold.
In other news, Sarah's laptop is very shiny and cool, more at six.
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