A fun night
The end of last week turned out to be one that, as someone on my Facebook page commented, Sir Geoffrey Palmer would disapprove of.
Wednesday night started at 9 pm and ended at 3 am. The Nat’s caucus party on Thursday started at 5 pm and again the night ended around 3 am and on Friday a boozy lunch started at 1 pm and I finished drinking around 9 pm.
I guess this makes me an official heavy drinker – like Karl du Fresne. And soon we will hear what proposals are going to Government to try and “fix” us.
Anyway back to the Caucus Party – it was a very fun night. The location of Premier House made it a very well behaved night also, so not a lot of extra pages for the book. It was my first time inside Premier House in literally a decade. I did enjoy asking a staffer if they had a tapu lifting ceremony performed there earlier in the year đ
Everyone was in a pretty good mood, and the election seemed a long time ago. The food was superb, but there was a slight under-estimation of the number of people who would still be there at 11 pm, when the food stopped. So someone did a whip around for pizzas, and I got to make the call to Dominos to deliver a dozen pizzas to Premier House.
What I found disturbing was when I went down to the front gate to tell the Police about the order, and the officer there greets me with “Oh you’re the guy who ordered the pizzas”. As I had ordered them just a few minutes ago from my cellphone, this reinforced my paranoia that I am being monitored đ
At some stage after midnight, a few of us went down to Courtney Place. By coincidence ran into several Labour MPs at Hummingbird, and enjoyed some drinks and conversation with them. I tried hassling one progressive Labour MP about the Easter trading vote, asking him if he didn’t feel dirty that they only won, because God squaders voted with them. The response was when you win, you only feel bloody glad that you have won. Damn it- he is right.
Eventually the Nats threatened violence against me if I remained with the Labour MPs, instead of the National ones so drifted across, and finished up around 3 am. It goes without saying I am firmly against the proposal to have bars close at 1 am!
Friday lunch was at the new Cafe Ortega on Majoribanks Street. The food was simply superb. Oysters as a starter, followed by a superb squid and chorizo sausage mixture. And my boneless chicken breast on pappardelle pasta was the envy of many. Highly recommended.
Busted Blonde blogs the lunch in more detail.