So, last Thursday night I FINALLY mustered up the ability to hold in my alcohol and defeat laziness for long enough to make it to Robbie Burns for some jazz. Well, the part about laziness should be left out, because after being too consumed with facebook stalking to make the 830 and 930 sets, campbell calum and I decided to call a taxi to bring ourselves to the door of the pub for the final [1030] set. Instead of ringing a taxi though, somehow the phone led to calling Campbell's mum, who very sweetly drove us to the pub [shameful, yes]. The scene was on the emptier side, filled mostly with an older crowd enjoying the music of the reasonably old jazz band. Still, with snake bites [drink] filling us up, we all got our groove on.
The night then turned towards parting ways and separately going to just about every place where dancing could occur around the Octagon. Places were empty... literally, but that had no bearings on stopping us. Quite late, when our enjoyment at monkey bar was done, Campbell and I wanted to find a cab home. We quickly realised the empty streets would likely be of no help, and decided it would be wise to ask two random people who were entering their car right near by if they would drive us home. Not the smartest of moves, but hey, we made it home. cheers random people.
Friday evening [after eating an omelette [i've been trying to eat eggs finally.]] cmac cambell liam and I ventured off in the van to Lake Hawea to stay at Cmac's dad's place [described in an earlier post about skiing]. Friday night was just a game of relaxation as we got there quite late.



- see-saws : haven't seen one of these in years
- weird group circle seesaw : we were all a bit too heavy, and it became a game of how fast will liam hit the ground
- circle to run on : okay, like, 5 inch wide hoop that was on an angle and spun when you ran on it... so easy to fall off, but don't worry! there's padding on the ground in the form of a thin rubber perforated rug.
- web of doom : okay, like, hexagonal frame that went up 5 meters, filled with a spider web of tightly bound ropes that you have to climb through to reach the top, where impending death is an option, especially if you're like cmac and want to be lowered through the center headfirst.
Also at the beach a flying-fox was attempted, which is like a zipline, but the tree to van connection wasn't tight enough, and it was largely a jump towards the ground.

A bottle was also glued to a tree.

Night closed with a much-needed bath.
Sunday was a day of slowly immersing ourselves into the cleaning mood, while continuing to feed our beer thirsts, and venturing back to Dunedin. We left Campbell in alex , so it only made sense for the three of us to all sit in the front row of the van. cute.
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