So Joe and I had just arrived at the bars in downtown Wellington, and we order a pitcher. Some kiwi bloke then comes up and tells me “Ay mate ya did it all wrong!” And proceeds to tell me which beers cost the same as the one that I ordered, but that have 4.6% alcohol instead of just 4%. Friendly guy, and he liked us because we were from California.
All of a sudden this girl comes up to us and gets ALL over Joe, flirting like hell with him, trying to kiss him, and then giving us her best California impersonation, which just consisted of her repeatedly requesting of us to “Ooo slap me bum! Slap ma’ bum!”
And basically that’s how the best picture of all time came to be. Also, the picture is even better because she was the other guy’s girlfriend.
Downtown Welly is awesome, although we were confined to a limited set of bars. Several of the big “clubby” bars wouldn’t let us in because we were wearing sandals - or “Jandals” as they call them here.
Needless to say we’ll be going out in shoes this evening, on the hunt for the finest California impersonation we can find.
One highlight of the night came from our dutch friend who came out with us (miraculously this guy, our roommate back in Raglan, was placed as our roommate in Wellington), on our walk back home when he told Joe and I, “I like you guys because you’re grandpa saved my grandpa’s life.” Felt damn proud to be an American.
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