I don’t think I’ve ever had as many pies as I have had in the past week. Are they really that bad for you? Any dietitians out there?
 
Last week started with a hiss and a roar with The Bar Awards at The Hilton on Tuesday. Open bars really are marvelous things. The Suite bar is not though. I can’t say that I’ll ever be recommending it again after the rogue treatment I received on the door afterwards. Surviving Wednesday I managed to witness The Silver Ferns for the first time at the sensational new Vector Arena. What an occasion. A losing one but a wicked Wednesday nonetheless.
 
Not drinking Wednesday meant plenty of available brain power for filming “Are You Smarter Than A 10 Year Old”, the latest show from Eyeworks Touchdown, hosted by NZ’s new favourite TV host Dominic Bowden, sorry Jase the Ace, you’re still cool in my book though. After weeks of castings, trials, delays and study my day where I could very likely earn a whole pile of cash, finally arrived. 9 hours of waiting later it ended; without me, or my new outfit being filmed. My Carpe Deim had turned into Que Sera Sera. So I promptly went out and joined the All Black boys, who weren’t on Graeme Henry’s World Cup squad list, for a mild bender. Chapel and Crib were a fitting commencement point. Pony a suitable place to call it a night.
 
Upon exit, for some odd reason I had an urge to see what was upstairs. The Star Trek sensored doors were dinky, the drinks reasonably priced and it wasn’t dodgy at all. The only lady not working was the one with me, so I felt a little uneasy in the testosterone packed environment. I got what I thought to be the best seats, and nursed my Red Bull & Vodka. The array of dancers was marked, mega flexible to acrobatic circus style to goddess seductress, then there was the odd one that wasn’t my cup of tea at all.
 
Meeting the Miss Auckland contestants at Metropole on Friday was a thrill, they looked so lovely, all done up in their party clothes and sponsors sashes. From there I moved on to “Meet The Nurses” at The Kingslander. The M*A*S*H style hospital sick bay was a nice touch, as were the sexy promo nurses. Feeling a little drained my normally incredibly plyable arm solidified and I was home by 1.
 
Like about 1000 others I met friends at The Kingslander before the All Blacks v Wallabies test match. Jumping gutters gushing with 2m wide torrents of water I made it to my seat just as the haka began. What a jaw-dropping sight that I’ll never forget. Yes it was my first time, and I can’t wait for the next. Something that would have been handy to know was a bit of rugby etiquette, like, no umbrellas whatsoever (rubbish bags are the norm), do not stand up unless you are getting refreshments, relieving yourself or if the attacking team is making a break for the line within the 10m mark. From my experience BYO is fully allowed, I wish I had. $8 for a nipplet of vino is a robbery. Anyway, the rain stopped in the second half and I was on a roll.
 
A few house parties later I was at Flight Lounge, then Spy. In 2 pies and a sausage rolls time I was at a fun crack-on in Ponsonby. While some weeded the garden others played Pictionary, leaving another bunch hovering around the heater chattering about their night that was still going. The day rollercoastered on and I ended up cuddling in my PJ’s drinking Earl Grey with great friends.