A curious night out

07/10/11

The next morning came around all too quickly. We had set a total achievable target of leaving by 10 am but in our hangover state this morphed into 11am. More important matters were at hand. We needed to collect the car which entailed riding down the hill to collect it. Whilst I was there a bacon butty from Zig Zag was required and after all the faffing about getting ready we were behind schedule.

Upon hitting the freeway which was little more than a two lane road Bruce our car developed a temperature. Were we doomed never to get to wellington? Alice being the most technically minded amongst us instructed us to turn on the heaters to draw heat from the engine. It worked and Bruce cooled down but we sweltered at an uncomfortable 35 degrees for the five hour journey. Inevitably the windows had to we wound down so we ended up being a bbq in reverse. Our core and lower extremities were well cooked but our heads and necks were distinctly frozen. Where is my mother with a scarf when we need her? James had the right idea and curled up on the back seat and slept for the entire journey only waking for lunch at the 200km point.

After some hours and with numb bums we arrived in wellington and promptly fell into bed for an afternoon nap. Upon waking we hit the local restaurant for an amazing Turkish meal. After a quick was and applying some tutty to Alice we were on our bay to the big lights. After a month in wellington we were perturbed by the motorway and the seething mass of humanity albeit less crowded than York.

We stared the night sensibly enough catching up on old times, drinking rum and coke and chilling. Then came the shots always a bad idea particularly when they contain tequila. After trolling around a few bars we hit the big gay bar and whilst it was very nice inside it was rather dead. The teapots of cocktails and the circular pool table never the less kept us entertained.

Nicely lubricated we headed to the local Irish bar. With an Irish match the next day the pub was packed with paddies and they were very well lubricated. We got talking as you would expect and made all sorts of plans for the next day including shopping with a straight?? Lad (T) who wanted some help buying cloths as he felt intimidated by the sales ladies. Well they are scary sometimes.

As the night wore on we lost Alice and presumed she was off chatting to some nice hunk. Unperturbed we continued talking, parting and having fun. As 4am approached the pub was closing. Never one to leave a friend behind James sent a girl into the ladies to check Alice was not there. After prolonged knocking and name calling there was a response came from one of the cubicles “oh I am oh Not oh Alice oh Rawlings oh oh oh.” So we had both ascertained Alice was not there and we had disturbed someone’s nefarious activities. Still perturbed I agreed to check the other toilets. The only problem was a bouncer who stood in my way. Summoning up my best British accent I explained the situation and asked to check the toilets. The answer was no. I suggested that he should look. No came the response. Not to be fobbed off as we were a long way away from home I said I would not leave until one of us had checked the situation. The bouncer’s response was to pick me up and carry me out of the venue. The decision had seemingly been made… I would not be locating Alice!

A master plan then struck us- we should utilise the power of modern cellular technology and ring Alice. Upon entering the numbers we spoke to her via the medium of satellite link up and ascertained that she was not dead, in distress or unwell but was in fact having a whale of a time. Happy now we retired to the hotel and fell into a drunker stupor.