A Cave Rave

On Thursday evening, the two girls I had met in Queenstown and quite randomly [and forwardly] invited to stay with me in Dunedin hitched and arrived. In addition to this addition was the addition of my kiwi-host's friend. Holy 8 people.

That night turned into one of circle of death and friends coming over. Due to the almost-entire goon I ingested, I ended my night there.

Friday was filled with hanging out and enjoying the company of our new guests, as well as reluctantly going to chem and confusingly filling out paperwork. Night time called for more shenanigans which meant going off to the V-flat for a party. So, whereas monster, redbull, and the various other types of poison energy drinks you blokes drink to replace hours of lost sleep or make your own versions of 4 lokos are popular in the states, they have their own little addition to the crew of wallpaper-paste tasting garbage -V. Just as brain rattling and just as obnoxiously sponsor-happy, there's a flat known as the V-flat. It's some sort of competition to live there, and they always have heaps of free V in a supermarket-style drink fridge. Also, V sponsors parties for them, which explains our attendance.

After loads of chatting, wherein I'm relatively certain I talked my head off to some random girl about how to best take a road trip through the states, we were homeward bound. All awake, kinda silly, and ready for more yarns to be spun, out came a sharpie. You see, whilst playing catch-up [the most dangerous unspoken drinking game], my kiwi host found himself way drunker than comfortable. Passed out on the couch, I worked my bestest to give him a twirly moustache worth showing off. Only half was successfully completed before arms were thrown in my direction, but all was worth it.

Saturday's shenanigans were dictated by conversation of the night before. When Katie, the British girl I met in Queenstown, suggested she needed a haircut, the conversation somehow led to determining that she should dye her hair. After getting the requisite feed at the farmer's market, we were off to find hairdye. Though we were unable to locate the desired bright-colored inks, we purchased a 'nordic blonde.' She went from dark brown to strawberry blonde, with touches of justin beiber due to the haircut. Myself and Lisa, the American from Queenstown, decided we should help use the rest of the dye and each took a chunk of lower hair, dyed it blonde, and braided it. My deliciously dead hair has been maintaining the braid since then. I'll post a picture soon.

Night time meant cave party. We trekked out to Long Beach where there's a massive cave where about 150 facebook trolls signified their planned attendance. It was a kiwihost+international student thing, which turned into random bits of everyone. I'd say at it's peak there were close to 100 people. Though the initial hope was to drive the car onto the beach [to avoid the 2km walk], we realized it was high tide and feared for the small amount of sand that existed for driving. Fires were made, everyone was spinning around, and time passed phenomenally quickly. In hopes that we'd get the car out later, all our stuff was still inside, so whilst trekking back to find it, we saw the other half of our crew driving towards us. We jumped in, and soon enough we were stuck. 10 minutes of digging later, movement continued. This marks the most ridiculously dumb thing I've ever engaged in, seeing as we were driving on a beach, in the dark, and all the seats in the back were covered by a mattress which three of us [me included] were laying on our stomachs on top of, staring at the windshield, our definite death to occur if anything happened. Death did not occur, and it may have been one of the best car rides I've been in. I slept on the sand [I still feel sandy....] in sleeping bag and blanket, but I woke up to find my blanket wrapped around the random guy next to me. He didn't seem to mind too much when I took it though.

It was 9am, and we were about to try to book it out, but about halfway there decided the small river we had to clear would be too dangerous, and we should wait for low tide.

By 11am we realized that it was now high tide, and we had a helluva long time to wait. Exploration of the cave ensued as well as a lot of ridiculous conversation. It ended up being fine that we only left at 2pm, another vaguely dangerous drive, but way more possible.

After one of the best showers of my life, the day was lazy and slow. Everyone was passing out from the weekend, but we ended the night with 'The Guard,' a weird movie that seemed to have slipped through the pop-culture cracks, but is totally worth seeing.