Guess whos back (ta da da)
Back again (ta da da)....

It really sucks leaving Wanaka. I'm thinking though, that when thesis gets to crunch time, given the hideous hours I will be working on the bloody thing, its entirely conceivable to just take the old laptop down there, and crank it. It would make it considerably less painful, looking out the window at the view, better than stuck in this fucking department anyway!!
An interesting night was had on Monday in Wanaka, after some vino we went into town (such as it is) and drank some harvey wallbangers, hung out with some travellers, and attempted to get a taxi back home. Plan was thwarted however, by the taxi driver (yes, there is only one in the off season) being all tucked up in bed. Those who have been to my house in Wanaka will be no doubt aware of the considerable distance between Wanaka central and home, and yes, we had to walk. Luckily we had toi toi and random phonecalls to sleeping sober people to keep us amused. Sorry Ian.

Bianca submitted her phd thesis on Thursday. Am very impressed, and a little jealous. To celebrate, on Friday all the girls got all frocked up and went for cocktails at Home (2 for 1 cocktails until 8pm, hot barman, very nice), and drank far too much. Just for a change. After a trip to Tulsi for the obligatory curry, me & Sarah found ourselves at the God-Awful-Make-it-Stop shithole that is Legends to find Tam, inhaled a vodka, and ran away as fast as our stylish yet functional high heels could take us. Back to Home for some more cosmopolitans, unfortunately the tasty barman had gone. Pants. The evening was rounded off nicely by a drunken ramble to the nice taxi driver, who was telling me about her kids, and, yes, a pie. I am the Pie Monster.

In other news, Starsky and Hutch rules.
That is all.