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The Infamous Night outs.
In everybody's life, there will be few nights out which really stick in your mind and will render laughter each time they are remembered. One of these nights out was the evening following the Abel Tasman walk.
Mark and I had no food so decided to go out for tea and for a drink. However, as we all know, going out for one drink always leads to the best nights out.
After the meal, we went to a bar and the drinks started flowing as we shared stories about back home. Then we remembered there was a microbrewery (which always impresses a North Westerner) nearby and decided to give it a visit.
After a couple more drinks in there, we bumped into the barmaid from the hostel and her 'larger than life' friend. After many more drinks and being forced to guess how old the large friend was, we were persuaded to go to the local nightclub.
The night went as you would imagine it would after drinking copius amounts of alcohol in an exciting new place. I took it upon myself to make friends with everybody in the club (there wasn't many people there, even getting us invited to a gig the following night.
After copius cocktails and god knows how many shots, Mark took the executive decision that it was time to go home. We walked home through mainly residential areas, stopping occasionally to lie down on people's lawns to admire the stars. Once we arrived the pub/hostel it dawned on us that the front door would be locked. So, after walking around the pub we thought it was perfectly logical that we should climb a wall to get in. Mark swiftly vaulted the wall encouraging me to follow. At 5ft 5", I was born with legs that do not allow me to launch myself over a wall. However, once over we were in a garden that still didn't look like our hostel. After a brief discussion we climbed over a barbed wire fence (of which I got stuck and ripped my jeans) and then after a short walk we miracurously arrived at our hostel. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.
I awoke suddenly to the agonising whirr of a hoover and the door to our hostel room being launched open. An over enthusiastic cleaner shouted at us to get up as we were wasting the day. I don't know what part of 'we got in at 4.30am' she didn't understand.
Once awake, we both trudged into Nelson Town Centre to eat some fastfood and go to an internet cafe and laughed about the previous night. Back at the hostel, we met our new 'room mates' and started watching a film in the movie room. There we met Mark's friend from a previous bus, Chris.
A couple of hours later, we agreed to meet in the bar for some food. After I was ready, I met them all in the bar. Mark came up to me and explained that last night was more embarrassing than we'd realised. The barwoman ( a yorkshire lass) was at the bar discussing with two of the patrons the previous night. In the early hours of the morning she awoke with a start to see two silhouettes moving about her garden. Fearing burgulars, we went closer to the window to discover two very drunk English people (fellow Northerners) figuring out where we were. Then the two silhouettes climbed into the garden of the Hostel Owner before climbing over a fence and getting into the hostel.
The shame.
For the rest of our stay at the hostel, people were coming up to Mark and myself saying 'aren't you the onewho climbed into the boss's garden'.
After tea, after little persuasion I joined Mark, Chris and another guy (who's name I can't remember) at the gig I was invited to the previous night. On arrival, the man we had met plied us with loads of vouchers for discounted alcohol. We took the rounds in turns and got five shots for every drink we bought. The choice was out of beer or wine. I thought I was clever buying wine. However, it turns out i can't really keep up with three lads drinking beer.
We watched the gig (which was average) and I even had an Oasis song dedicated to me. Then I realised I couldn't consume any more wine and had to be sick. However, I didn't want to ruin my drinking credibility so tried to sneak out of the bar. Unfortunately, Chris spotted me and walked me home via walking through a McDonalds drive thru for chicken nuggets.
Fortunately, there was no more wall climbing to get home, we just used the gate :)
to be continued..
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