Saturday morning brought pancakes and handfuls
of presents and cards for my birthday, the latter made abundant by Dora’s
hiding of my mail for the past few weeks! A compass, eye mask, some Lululemon shorts and a casual checked shirt later, I
set off for football.  |
| A sample of the costumes |
The match is probably best described as a personal failure
and team victory. I missed a sitter around the 6-yard box area, and during my
20 minutes as a volunteer referee managed to cost us a goal by overlooking a
blatant offside by the opposition. However, we won 6-1, so there were no hard
feelings as we headed to the mid-season party.
With Dora unofficial vice pres of the organising committee,
the Wellington United ‘Euro 2016’ bonanza was always going to be fun. Several
rounds of beer pong, break dancing, and cheap beers later we headed home,
waking to sore heads the next day. I had unwisely arranged to cycle up and down
Makara Peak with Richard, but luckily had a new Go Pro to distract me as we
made the most of some winter sun.
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| Beautiful Mt. Victoria, perfect for a romantic walk... |
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| ... until a Pokemon attacks! |
Later in the afternoon Dora I recovered further, walking back
from Mt. Victoria. On the way back we realised that Wellington has been
infected with the latest craze, Pokemon Go, a smartphone-based game that adds a
layer of strange creatures on top of your actual surroundings. At least the
half the people we saw were peering into their phones swiping furiously at
fictional things, blissfully unaware of the very non-fictional vehicles narrowly
avoiding them.
We capped off our recovery with an all-you-can-eat Christmas-themed buffet at
the James Cook hotel opposite our flat (mid-winter brings out the Yuletide vibes, including terrible Christmas music in Dora's office). Future guests can expect to be sent
to the buffet when we tire of cooking!
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| Dora's 7th course: mince pie, xmas pud and mini-pav! |
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