Return of the Mac… and G-MEKS?

Once again.

The relative uneventfulness of my life is what I would like to blame for me not recently updating this page. However, I can now reveal to you that giant man eating Kiwis, or ‘G-MEKS’, not to be mistaken for ‘G-Life’, pecked me to near death. I have only but today recovered enough that the motor skills necessary for updating such fine internets have finally returned. 大変お待たせ致しました。

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If I had known that ECON314- Game theory, and MOFI301 were in fact ‘G-MEKS’ in disguise, I would have steered well clear, with my pride and motor skills in tact. But enough of that, I shall update you on the going ons of my life.

I like to think that the constant theme that has run through the last semester of this year has been ‘quality’. The motif has shown itself in numerous aspects of my life this second half of the year, none more so than in the food and beverages section. It first started at these two lads birthday party.

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To one Mark Holden’s recommendation, Zibbibo was to be the place where we were to ‘party up large’. Showing restraint at all times of course, he said. This proved to be more difficult for some. As I enjoyed my rare Steak, which is coincidentally how I like my horse, and enjoyed an ample sip of a quality french red, I thought of the discussion us lads had had prior to our diner arrangements. Another quality establishment, conveniently located across the road, which I believe was no coincidence in Mark’s decision to feast at Zibbibo, was to be our next destination. We headed towards the lady in the bright neon lights.

Santa Fe was where, if lucky, one could sample or even partake in the entertainment. *Note: Here when I refer to luck, I refer to the ammount of Sante Fe bills in front of you. It did not take long before the Russian model, who stole my Islands north of Hokkaido, was forced invited onto the stage. After Ivan got to see where many, I can only postulate, have seen, in an almost knee-jerk reaction, some ‘cashed-in’ or stocked up on their ‘Luck’. It was not long before as touched on before, showing restraint proved to be more difficult for some. I believe it may have been after the fine young lass, who captured perfectly my mindstate at the time said ‘you guys look scared’, crawled by in front of me. The whole time maintianing grace, ofcourse. As she made her way down towards Texas’ end, (the man involved sadly, was granted interim name suppression and will be referred to as ‘Texas) to me and Tom’s utter disbelief, almost in slow motion we see the extended ‘paw’ of Texas hoping to land its prey. The lass however was alert to this. Astute to the fact that there wasn’t even one bill in his outstretched paw, she retreated. Almost as if she was some kind of pro, and got this all the time. Who would have guessed?

I shoud add moments into the ‘quality list’. Another such qualiy moment came the night I celebrated another friend’s birthday. That night, after a bottle and a half of good wine and great chinese cuisine, the celebration train made its next stop at the yakitori bar. Two further plum wines were followed by two glasses of sake. Well inebriated, and wanting more, we were all aboard and heading for Vespa, one of my favourite bars in Wellington. After two caiphirnhas, something was still missing. Not necessarily a drink with a high alcohol percentage as I was passed cooked and now burning, but something to cap things off. Yes that’s right fans, it was time for Laphroaig. All the way from the Isle of Islay to my welcoming hand, it’s warmth surrounded me, and didn’t let go. In a bubble of malty goodness, I took the now half asleep birthday boy back to his apartment. One phone call later and I was back on my way into the middle of town. After rendezvouing at a place I had told myself I would never go back to, with the help of Tom, the novelty dances were brought out for all of our adoring fans. From the reversal of a car to the heart surgeon. In a moment of brilliance laced with many types of liquor, my necktie was off and rotating at high speeds above my head. Then, at the precise moment it was thrown lasso style over an unsuspecting lass. Though struggling to breath, I could see her astonishment, wonder and pleasure. Thank you Laphroaig, you are no doubt at heart a lassoer yourself
Once again my sincere apologies for the Giant man eating kiwis that have kept me from such quality posts as this one. Though I can see with only 15 days until I’m back in the land of the emperor’s finests, there will be many a post to come.

Also I am learning of my super hero powers, albeit little by little…

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3 Responses to Return of the Mac… and G-MEKS?

  1. Bootleg says:

    Are you in Sendai yet??

    …how bout now?

  2. suzukichri says:

    thank you for commenting!
    I thougt all hd forgotten about this fine site.
    i’ll be there soon you sexy little biscuit!

  3. BrYan says:

    Hurry up.

    Also, your thumb wtf

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