April 7, 2012
Government House.

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Mum and I went to check out the Governor-General’s residence when they had an open day recently. I seriously want that portrait of the Queen.

April 4, 2012
Another farewell party.

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It’s a part of life in Wellington, this farewelling of dear friends as they move onto bigger, brighter cities.

April 3, 2012
A catering pack of mints.

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The week before my birthday I asked Joe a million times what I was getting. His answers included:

—A catering pack of mints.

—A lime.

—A stack of cracked records.

—Two pencils.

—A dozen ParrotDog beer coasters.

—An empty sodastream gas canister.

—Two vintage Air NZ teaspoons and a spork.

The morning of my birthday I unwrapped my present to find the pictured items. It was pretty hilarious. 

Luckily I also got a bottle of fancy champagne and a super cool new bike helmet.

April 1, 2012
Happy/serious.

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April 1, 2012
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Taken by Joe the night before my birthday. 

March 31, 2012

March 23, 2012
Mixed Business, Clifton Hill.

The most tart, most delicious lime slushee with fresh mint.

March 22, 2012
Club Mate!

At the wedding of the blindfolded lady we sat opposite a delightful pair who were back from Berlin for some of New Zealand’s summer. They told us about this “drink sensation” that had taken hold of Berlin’s young and fashionable set. Apparently this carbonated non-alcoholic tea-derived drink was The Best. I was instantly obsessed with finding some to sample. New Zealand being the delightful backwater that it is, there was nary a bottle to be found in the country, so our upcoming trip to Melbourne became a Club Mate (mah-tay) mission. I tracked down an importer, ordered a box of ten, and arranged to pick it up from a shoe store in the city. It was all so excellently cloak and dagger.

We drank all ten 500ml bottles that night with our duty-free gin. The caffeine levels were such that we became fiends. We sat out in the courtyard, surrounded by cacti and party lights until the very wee hours.

We awoke the next day to 35 degree heat and hangovers up to the eyeballs. 

March 21, 2012
Ici.

Art and the owner of the fine establishment (his name escapes me). 

Joe and Ollee.

March 20, 2012
Nigel.

Aforementioned cat-friend.