You know what’s a great idea? Chugging a liter of extremely low quality cider by the name of Scrumpy’s after eating weird meat all day!
(No, I did not get sick. It actually WAS a great idea.) Despite how my body felt the next morning, I had a wonderful (and somewhat – okay, very -- disgusting) weekend which involved delicious food, a middle school-esque sleepover, and RUGBY!
I basically didn’t stop moving from the second class got out Friday at noon. A bunch of us spent that afternoon at St. Heliers, a beach nearby, then quickly shuffled back to our homestays for dinner. That night, I met people for drinks* (*to drink cheap cider in the park like teenagers) then to the movies. After somewhat of a disastrous attempt at all of us trying to go out post-movies then basically no buses running, we ended up at Ling’s house for the night. We watched Key + Peele and Fresh Off the Boat and then all curled up in different corners of the house for a solid 4 hours of sleep – from which I was awoken by both Justin and Singer giving me crazy eyes. Justin and Terence went to the grocery store and brought back stuff for a very unnecessary but still lovely brunch, and then we headed off to the Otara market in South Auckland.
brunchin
At the market, I had to interview people for a linguistics assignment, and part of interviewing people meant buying things from them AKA I ended up with an excuse to buy myself a new headband, a $5 hat, and a disappointing churro.
After the market we went to Auckland’s chinese new year, which was basically wandering around in the hot sun eating delicious food. I had what seemed to be the bottom half of an octopus in sweet chilli sauce and some dumplings and a mango smoothie and it was all amazing but I didn’t need to eat any of it. AND THEN from there we had to go straight to a barbeque at our prof’s house! Thus it was pretty much an entire day of walking a few feet, eating, walking some more, eating again, etc.
bo$$ hat + chilli-octopus
That night, we went from the barbeque to the Chiefs vs. Blues game, where I imbibed a lot of scrumpy’s and had a wondrous time yelling and trying to convince Apoorva that rugby and American football are not actually the same thing. I went there with the intention of rooting for the Blues (home team), but similarly to my American football mentality, I chose my team allegiance based on uniform colors. (Sorry Blues, the Chiefs uniforms were fierce.) It was a grand ole time.