Kiwi Fun

Had a great time hanging with the Kiwis again last night. I feel very fortunate to have found a group of natives that I can hang out with. I didn’t come halfway across the world to hang out with all Americans.

Pi’s parents just bought this new house, which they are planning on tearing down, so we just partied in it last night. After we had exhausted hide-and-seek (the loser in each round had to finish their vessel), we got to pretty much just destroying the house, throwing things around everywhere, doing the usual nonsense.

Next, Joe (floor eggs) recommends we get a stripper, I’m down, all the guys are down, the Kiwi girls there is down, but the American girls with me are not. Freaking prude Americans. Thats what I love about the Kiwis, they just love doing crazy things for the story, regardless of the cost.

Also, the guys showed me their sacred tattoo, which I have never heard about before. On all of their left ass cheeks, they have inked in “SWC”, which stands for “Sperm Whale Crew”. I would love to have that on my ass. I’ll see what I can do about that.

Mardi Gras

(Note: Pardon any spelling errors in this entry. My computer is sticky from heaps of beer and some green substance, so typing is quite difficult)

Yesterday, in honor of the holiday American’s do best, Mardi Gras, we show the flats a good time!

Apparently, Mardi Gras is not that big of a deal to the Europeans. The British folk tell us they do not participate in any of this drinking and bead debauchery. No, instead, they call it “Pancake Tuesday”, and eat pancakes all day. Pancakes all day long - imagine the peace it must bring to that nation.

So, we opt for the better way to consume carbs and have a rousingly American time.  The beads were thrown, classic games like King’s Cup and Flip Cup are played (in red cups - the Brits all think it’s soooo cool that we party with red cups), and we paint the town red.

And by painting the town red I mean I opt out of the bars, and head straight for McDonald’s, where I feast upon the “Mac Attack” - a value meal consisting of two Big Macs, a large Coke, and a large fry, all for $11.50, which is a great deal, especially considering the exchange rate is the best it’s been since I arrived here (Go USD!). To cap it off, I order a double cheeseburger and ice cream cone on the walk home.

It is “Fat Tuesday” after all.

Meat Club

In honor of Joe's newfound meathood, I have joined the University of Auckland Meat Club. Yes, they have a Meat Club here. Pretty much all we do is just pay a little bit at the beginning of the semester and then every once in a while we all get together to talk about meat and eat all the meat we can. It's incredible. This may also be the place where I find my Kiwi bride...

Fast Times in Auckland

So, I’ve already been kicked out of my flat.

Things are going great here, I love the campus, Auckland is starting to grow on me, and I’ve met tons of great people. Apparently too many people.

I wake up the other day, and open up my email. There is one from Clive, the director of housing for UoA. Not just the Number 14 Flats (The complex I am in), but the entire housing.

The email, in short, informs me that I have been kicked out of Flat 10, due to the “raucous taco tuesdays”.  I am a bit taken aback, but not willing to go quietly into the night. Flat 22 is willing to take me. Taco Tuesdays will live on.

Other than that, all of my classes are very interesting (probably because I didn’t take any biology classes), and I am quite glad I chose the University of Auckland. Auckland is really the only urban city in all of New Zealand, and I think I would have gotten a bit bored elsewhere.

I saw the Chemical Brothers the other day. Great concert, and and everybody over 30 reading this has no idea who they are. They do this song, as you may recall from that one Budweiser commercial