i'm just like mandy from the prune juice ad in that i'm a high flyer. for mandy it was melbourne one day, hong kong the next. for me replace melbourne with wellington and hong kong with hamilton and you'd be right on the money.

yesterday and today i was in hamiltron. city of religions. and hotel rooms that can transport you back to the 1980s by the power of their fabric alone.


as a result i came home and went straight to youtube where i discovered that i can remember every frame of the opening credits of the henderson kids.

but anyway, back to my non-time related travels. coming back to wellington i nearly vomited. my travel companion had got me liquored in the minature koru club in hamiltron airport. and this was nearly enough to cause the vomiting. added to that it was a bumpy ride. due to the weather i gather. the plane rocked as we came into wild at heart wellington airport. and even after it landed it was swinging a little. naturally, i giggled like a school girl for near five minutes. it is how i cope with life threatening stress.

then in the taxi back to my house i got the shakes. then i could barely open my front door. i managed it though, cos i'm amazing, and collapsed on my bed shortly after. work should either give me special credit for being such a high flyer or supply me with prune juice. i mean it seemed to work for mandy.

most of this week was spent in the city of sails. it is so futuristic with its sky tower. just towering. like some futuristic thing.


i took this photo when it was raining. it was almost always raining. and it was a bit chilly. and i was probably wandering around looking for somewhere to eat. for a business hub there aren't many places in the central city where a corporate visitor to dorkland can go for a quiet meal. i guess that is why room service was invented. just as well.

memories of the reason i was in dorkland (a four day meeting) have now faded into one blur of being told what to do. on the upside i think i may start a blog just for the people i met in dorkland so they can keep track of just how much i'm disappointing them.

so because i've forgotten the meeting, dorkland was pretty good actually thanks.

i went to the world deluxe shop and spent my life fortune AGAIN. i had better get a giant bonus this year. otherwise eating in the USofA just became a whole lot harder. the main reason i purchased my new fashions - apart from the fact the dress makes me look literally like a doll and holler if you want to look like a doll (HOLLER) - was that the chick at the shop called me babe. seriously, holler. then later at my hotel some random chick called me babe too. maybe i look like a babe now - not just in that i'm hot (cos, holler, obviously), but as in i'm the type of girl other girls call babe. then today someone in the street, IN WELLINGTON, called me babe. but at the time i was in my world dress, so that may have inspired it. whatever it was, i'm now a babe, holler!