It's cup week in Christchurch! Horse racing cup that is ... yesterday was the big races (good because it meant Doorways was really quiet for the 7 hours I was working there, but bad because the hostel was frantic for the 7 hours I was working there...). Everyone dons "fancy dress" (costumes) and goes to the races and drinks all day. obviously I wasn't a participant - in fact I have no recollection of ever attending horse races - but hope to get to some of the festival on Friday, seeing as it's a public holiday and I am only working half the day (but getting well overpaid for it). Yeah!

Other than that, I have been working solid since I last wrote! No I lie, Saturday night I was out at a Doorways friend's place for a bit of a do, then came back in for the French guys (the 3 dirty bastards) leaving party which was a riot! More than half the hostel was involved and there were people everywhere! Eric (the original owner, his daughter Janet & her partner Tom now have it) came down at about 1:30 am to ask everyone to quiet down (their bedroom is directly above the kitchen where a massive jam session was underway) but took one look and went back upstairs! At that point there was still about 30 people going and they were playing every instrument you could imagine - bongos, guitars, cheese graters and Sam even turned a vaccuum pipe into a didgeredoo! The spontanaity was wicked!

The sun has been out in force lately... it's summer here! Bring it on! But not that I'm bragging...