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The pool at the Auckland Hilton is 4 floors up and suspended over the carpark, and has a glass end that faces the main entrance and looks out to sea. During the day it's beautiful, and the glass wall is nearly invisible. At night though, the lighting in the pool makes the glass dark and reflective, giving the impression of privacy. The impression of privacy. As I discovered last night, after extensively snogging a cute fuzzy eurobear and giving him a sneaky underwater blowjob near the end of the pool. As I surfaced I peeked over the edge of the glass and into the carpark, to see the concierge, a couple of bellboys, the receptionist, and a cleaner all gazing up at us, suspended in our watery glass box. (When I left later that night I looked up at the pool and sure enough, you could see into the pool quite clearly. Oops!)

Apart from that minor indiscretion I had a thoroughly enjoyable night with my furry friend. He was short and stocky, furry from head to toe, and took control easily, barking out orders in his germanic accent. Yes SIR! :-D Though at the end of the night I do believe I might have broken another top. Damn!

Its my party...

It's Kaleidoscope's work party tonight, and I'm not in the mood. Not even a tiny bit. I'm on antibiotics for my upset bowels, and so not only do i have to run to the toilet every 60 minutes, I cant drink either. The barman is Dean, my ex and best friend, and he just heard that one of his friends is on life support, brain dead. So Dean isnt happy, which makes me unhappy, and I was teetering on the 'happy' side of things as is was.

Not even the promise of naked twister is enough to make me want to be here...

Update: 10.30 and I'm at home again. Happy people make me feel sick. fuck you all.