PARTY time

25/02/12

Rousing James out of bed is never easy but trying to do this with the prospect of cleaning was even harder. Cattle prod anyone? We finished off the cleaning and gardening at the lovely 8 Burns Road and when it was all spick and span we found that we had become rather attached to our little blue house on the hill.

As now homeless and unemployed boys we shifted ourselves up to our next set of welcoming hosts- Roger and Ross. After an afternoon of pottering it was time for our party but alas the was a bloody Rod Stuart concert in town which was vying for our guests attention. Did Rod not know we were leaving, why did ne not postpone the show? So with depleted numbers we traipsed up the billy goat track to Alex’s fantastic pad. Known as the polystyrene palace due it its construction materials but also its opulence we installed ourselves by the pool and cracked open the wine.

James was under strict instructions not to push me in and he abided to these conditions. To begin with the party had an air of elegance and refinery about it but after a few chardonnays the music was turned up, the debauchery increased and the two17 year old girls (from the café I used to work in) will have plenty to talk about for some time to come! From the gay “art” on Alex’s wall to the lurid conversation combined with the fact that Alex is the local GP there was much gossip produced to keep the small town of Napier abuzzing!

As the evening wore on we ran out of wine and I was dispatched back down the billy goat track in the dark to replenish the stocks. Having sat on my bottom for some 3 hours and consumed a fair quantity of the local grapes I was rather drunk. The inevitable happened… I fell. Not just any old fall but a full on forward roll down 7 concrete steps. So here I am in the dark, bloody and bruised thinking am I still alive, have I broken anything and will they be disappointed if I don’t bring back the wine? The wine went by the wayside and I staged back expecting concern and sympathy but instead received mild interest (James did provide plasters though).

26/02/12 Hangover and some goodbyes

Oh oh oh we all had hangovers and not much occurred thought the day. Sun, sitting and siestas.