I've had one of those ridiculously fun weekends where I drank more than I ate and laughed more than I thought possible and as well as unleashing my inner karaoke monster to a group of unsuspecting new friends and strangers with the belting out of Celine Dion, I also fell asleep in a taxi, woke up fully clothed on a couch, and had a very sociable time indeed. Auckland is fun.
Checking out the sights and sounds, there were hello drinks here, a goodbye party there, a hungover lunch, a new necklace and a vintage cardy, record store day, some lolling in the sun, some home made garlic bread and beers, some delicious indian food, some funny texts about crushes, ciders on a basketball court, the aforementioned karaoke, some vietnamese coffee, a hungover lunch, cups of tea, laura's feijoa cake, my feijoa gems, the looking at and planning of cool looking parties, and a netball game. I relate a little too well to the girl who wrote this and I fear it's going to be one of those Mondays, but I'm remaining optimistic. This week I've got treats for you, but right now it's time for some sweet sweet dreams.