Saturday, September 27, 2008

The prediction

Last night, Amy convinced me to take time out from work and play. We went to Becky's to see what was going on there. On the way this drunk guy tried to get us to drink out of his half-finished bottle of beer. We were like, no thanks. He was very insistent, and said 'it's a Māori custom! Part of a pōwhiri!' and I was like 'no, it's not' and he was like 'you're probably going to die in New Zealand.' Not much later we were waiting outside of Becky's flat for her to let us in and this guy and his friends (same guy) tried to follow us inside but we got Becky to slam the door in his face and lock it. It was a little unnerving. We hung out with Becky and her Turkish flatmate Ali and his friend whose name I can't spell (Casca?). Apparently the Casca guy hit 6 airports on his way to NZ, and was 'randomly searched' in 5 of them. Luckily he actually sees it as proper to target specific people for searches because of the current political situation, but he doesn't like that they disguise it as 'random.' Then we went to the Bowler to watch a rugby game which was boring so Amy and I went to McDonald's to get fries and shortly afterwards the people we had been with came in McDonald's. Ali got mad because they made him take off his hat for security reasons: but they were making every guy take off their hats (but not girls! according to our social experiment where Brianna wore a hat) but he was not willing to recognize that. Anyway, Amy and I left and went to Grange where we talked for a little while and I burned my inner thigh with hot tea.

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