(no subject)

After an unintentionally long night Friday night, I had to drag myself out of bed yesterday to go stand in the antarctic cold outside Urge to play doorman. I didnt mind at all, I really enjoy greeting all the boys as they come in.

In a stunning piece of scheduling, Alan and Paul put on a sports kit night on the same night as the All Blacks were playing Ireland. So I had the fun job of figuring out if the approaching group of rugby-themed boys trying to get into the bar were gay, or just curious. I let in a few obviously gay lads who came running back out seconds later. "It's a fuckin gay bar!" says one.

Hilight of the night was the straight couple: He in a smart shirt and nice pants, she with attractive blonde hair and a shiny trench coat. "Excuse me, does this gay bar have lesbians? We're looking for lesbians." Paul explained that, though it could be hard to tell at times, there were no lesbians in Urge, and their best bet was Family bar down the road.

In all a good night. I got home around 3am and warmed myself by snuggling with the bear, who was fast asleep. Its about time to get up and go do some things I think!

(no subject)

...and back to work. The traditional Sunday afternoon social event was conducted in lovely Papakura for a change, as the boys finalised details of Damien's appearance at Southern Hibearnation next week (Crikey! It's next week! That sneaked up on us). Erich wasnt feeling particularly social so stayed home and tidied the bedroom- hopefully now he's not living out of a suitcase he wont feel quite so much like he's staying at a hotel, albeit a hotel with really crappy room service and a fridge that's never restocked. ;-) As penance for going out on my own I walked through the freezing rain to get icecream, which cheered him a little.

My last ever loan repayment is this week too! Whee! oh, except for the money I owe Mum for my sister's wedding. Bugger. Time to go shopping... oh! What's this?

A Peugeot 205gti 1.9 litre, 1993, service history, leather, well maintained. $155 due to blown head gasket. Hmm... tempting! One of the great road rockets from the late '80s for a song. And a little mechanicking. And if it turns out to be a lemon, you just throw it away. Hmm....