Why isn't tallness a recognised disability?
Up at 7 after the night before and 3 and a half hours sleep, but I don't care, I had an evening of meeting lots of new people and generally being outgoing, I felt like 'the man'. Luckily Nicola was doing the driving so I monged out in the passenger seat and did what I normally do after a big night out and torture myself about the things I could've said/Should've said/Might've done etc and obviously make the internal promise NEVER TO DRINK AGAIN. I asked Nicola if she goes through the same process and she said she worries more about the things that she did say...sounds about right. After parting ways with Nicola at her bfs sisters house where she is going to live for the rest of her life, have lots of kids and take a part time job in the local Woolworths it was back to solitude again as I headed to Wellington. Once in Wellington it became clear to me that I was not going to find the hostel easily so I parked up in town and went to find it on foot. When checking in I saw a group of people who were responsible for keeping me up a couple of nights ago in a different hostel so I splashed out on a private room. Seeing these people also gave me hope that I may run into the people i went out with the previous evening and would give me an opportunity to exercise some of the 'wot ifs' that I was torturing myself with earlier. The receptionist said my room is the best one in the place, so nice infact that some of the staff will want to pop up. Its obviously a room with perks, I wish I had a choice over who came up though. After this i had a major kerfuffle with the car. Not only did i get incredibly lost while trying to find the car park, literally walking round in circles and ending up at the same spot, when i got to the car park it was shut and the car had all my clothes in it. After pulling out what hair I still have an angel appeared from no where and said if i followed her out quickly under the barrier then id be ok. Luckily i got out before the barrier shut down and i even got away with out paying...touch. Had a nap and then went out to join all the hooligans for the England match. I was watching it outside a pub looking through the window with about 20 others. A kiwi walked past and shouted "soccer is for homo's". I always thought that people who called it soccer were homo's, how wrong can you be.