This past week I lost someone who I cared for deeply. One of those instances where you realise things just a little too late. To occupy my mind I have decided to get training and compete in this years Auckland marathon. I’ll be sending you all a separate email soon, as I am trying to raise $5000 for the SPCA, and would love sponsorship.
 
I believe in making hay while the sun shines, so last Tuesday I did. The goodtimes at The Globe Bar were so good I sayed until I was viewing the inside of the toilet bowl up close. Brilliant party music appealing to everyone and a great cross section of people to mingle with.
 
Pony Club on Wednesdays is building nicely. Seems the only real option in this big city of ours if you want to let your hair down mid-week. Sponge Bar put on a sweet night last Thursday to celebrate their 6th birthday, with the help of George FM and Bacardi. Loads of free booze and nibbles always makes for a fun time. It just proves that Sponge isn’t quite water-logged just yet. The final 2 days of their anniversary blowout were slightly tamer in comparison, but still fun. BBQ’s never go out of favour with me.
 
Khuja played host to funk/soul stormers, The Tornadoes and Tyra Hammond on Friday. There was the usual warm, cultured crowd of party people and soul loving shakers with dancing galore. This team is exciting and should be kept an eye on. While this was busting out, 2 blocks away Karn Hall and Tim Phin were laying down a plethora of beats at Match Bar. Always a good place to start your night on the tiles, arrive about 10pm, savour your favourite cocktail and take in the great social scenery, mainly due to the modelling agency upstairs.
 
The Auckland rugby team got their 2007 campaign underway by beating Counties convincingly, and The Warriors absolutely blitzed The Kinghts early Saturday evening moving to 4th on the NRL table. Miss Auckland 2007 also took place on Saturday in a packed out room at The Crown Plaza. Of the 24 contestants none really stood out as being a sure-thing winner, but there were stand outs in certain catagories. It was an intoxicating start to a big night.
 
Flight Lounge played host to Nicky Sinden’s airport themed leaving party before midnight. Arriving late I bumped into a few red-eyed stayers still in uniform, then did a mandatory circuit around the nearby watering holes before roosting at Spy.
 
A rainy Sunday of after parties evolved, with the only taxi company I can remember, while in a state, 300-3000, getting all my business. Broken pot-plants in electronic doors, random guests locking themselves in the shower, coloured balloons, dress-ups, obstacle courses and a special version of cranium all went down, so just the usual really.