The Book of Ashes

9101th day of life 7:10AM

Hmmm... methinks fate is throwing a few good cards my way right now. Lets start with my 9100th day of life, I got home late that night so didn't have time to enter an entry. It began pretty average (that reminds me, I really need an upload image facility so I can place images here to enliven my text), had a good lunch at Arizona with the Crispy one, took heaps of photos to do our first pub write up on them. A waitress there offered to take our photo which was cool. She said thanks and touched me on the arm as she handed the camera back. Did she like me or maybe she thought we were gay? Anyway rest of the day was average yet, then we had admin antics. After our monthly work staff meetings we let a department decided some activity for us. This time round it was admins turn. They devised a clever story about an alien that had got stuck on Earth and needed help finding its way home. It would only comunicate with those smart humans, ie those wearing bright party hats on their heads. We got given clues and had to drive around the Wellington suburbs taking photos of us and the alien. Such shots were, us in the MacDonalds playground in Jonsonville, a picture of a cop arresting the alien (an inflatable dinosaur thingy), us wearing a snorkle and mask and dunking our head fully under the sea in Oriental Parade (you wouldn't believe how many people did this), etc, etc. It was heaps of fun. Afterwards Damian and I decided to take the alien (he was called Xavian) out for some real fun. We hit the pubs, buying him round after round (he got ID'd but we told them he was 2 billion years old and they let him drink). The photos will be pasted up on the web soon.

That night out Damian and I made a bet. It was too see who could last the longest with him not smoking and me not drinking. Pretty hard on both of us, but I think more so on him. So he stopped smoking halfway through the night and I stopped drinking. He continued to drink in front of me, but I wasn't going to smoke in front of him, even though I had his smokes - yuk! So now its a day later and neither of us has broken the bet. He's lasted through the day and I've sat round at work drinks having a coke. Well anyway we got home that night at around 12:30. Damian wanted to do The Fletcher Challenge, but it was spitting and people were about and he was pretty pissed so we ended up going home.