Auckland 2 - The Return

After our long (24 hour) trek from Queenstown via Christchurch) we were starving and plumtuckered out. We stuffed our faces with the 6 dollar breakfasts in the hostel, and went to sleep. We got up at 2 to go shopping and do the laundry, then had dinner in the food court whilst trying to avoid the homeless people’s hungry stares, and went back to our room for more sleep.

Eventually at 9pm, we got up and showered, dressed ourselves and had some wine. We headed to the clubbing (and gei) boulevard on Karangahape street where the club was. Danny was already playing when we arrived. We bounced to the bar, got ourselves some drinks and had a bop on the dance floor. I must admit, after all our traveling and spending money ongetting back to see Danny – I was hoping he would play a blinder. But it seems he may have just been blind. His music for the first few hours was shite – very hard housish.. but we weren’t going to let it bother us that much. We made the best out of it, by going nuts when the good songs came on. After a while, the floor cleared out a bit and he started playing some really good stuff, followed by some old classics, which were brilliant. We were right up the top bouncing around and whilstling and shouting until the end. James was hit on by many geis and I was starting to get a bit worried for his safety so I whisked him out of there and (unwittingly) took him to a full on gei bar down the road. Ahahahahaha. It must be the Gay street but we had a brewski there and headed down towards home. It was a great night!

We slept all day til 6pm, made some pasta for ourselves, then slept again until 1am. Then we got up for the FA cup final which was been shown down the road. It was a brilliant match. Westham Vs Liverpool. And just at the end the westhamians looked all chuffed like they were going home with the trophy. That is until Gerrard appeared and stuffed one in the back of their net. So it went to extra time, then penaltys and Pepe la Pew saved three so the trophy went to the scousers. I felt sorry for the Westham team and that fellow Ferdinand, as I thought they played well and it was so close, but James instructed that sympathy with the opposition is not allowed and so I blew a raspberry at them instead.
Then we went back to bed for more sleep.