booze hound alert. i can't even go to the salon without a martini.

upon drinking too many martinis i found myself sitting on the pavement in parnell. promising not to be sick but expressing doubt about my ability to get back to my hotel.

the worst part is that getting outrageously drunk and hitting on strangers was on my original 101 things to do list. but i took it off. what a sucker. i too could have been skipping around the room now doing the i-completed-a-task dance. instead i just have a lot of shame.

anyway, like anyone ashamed of drunken antics, i'm looking for things to blame. 1) no proper lunch that day (i ate half an orange poppy seed muffin which was delicious by the way) 2) i've been really busy, my body was just dog tired (and in no way drunk). and 3) food poisoning from the dinner i did have.

in retrospect though it was probably the six martinis.

on the topic of being dog tired i'm on the up and up. i'm back in to sleeping. which at the end of the day might be the most awesome hobby i have. and this week i'm spending every night in wellington. no more gisborne! no more napier! no more new plymouth! no more tauranga! no more wanganui! and the south island can just forget it. i do get to see auckland again this week, but i'm not staying over. thank god.

and also, no more martinis. at least not for a week. i'm a bit over them.