Last weekend really began on Wednesday, a guide-getting group of 25 went to Toto’s restaurant for a fine dinner and fabulous movie. Rolling on from there we took in Cowboys, then Indians, at The Viaduct. Retro Wednesday at Pony was a riot. I haven’t been refused bar service for almost 10 years, but apparently I had had my quota. Proven when I fell on Brooke and temporarily broke his finger.
 
Lucie Boshier, had a very colourful birthday bash at her shop on Nuffield Street on Thursday, whereas Kingan Jones, a few doors down, had a less vibrant affair but equally exciting. Venturing out of ones comfort zone always quickens the pulse. After the glitz of these fashion boutiques we hit The Sapphire Bar, in Highland Park, for the lingerie finals. Chrissy put on a great show, attracting a big/varied crowd.
 
Back to the norm, it was Pony time once again. It was as live as ever, no one more so than Aja who found a passion for doing styley Dukes of Hazard slides over the booth tables. The kebab urges took over and it was time to leave, ahead of me at the counter was a talkative Ridgey. He was feverishly devouring a fried chicken thigh, claiming it was the best he’d ever had, in-between mouthfuls.
 
The Crazy Mexican Singles Party on Friday was rather low on numbers, perhaps we have all finally found a significant other to cherish? Yeah Right! So leaving there I bounced around Ponsonby for a few night-caps.
 
Going to the rugby and electing not to drink felt very odd and out of character on Saturday, but I have to curb it somehow if I am ever going to compete in this marathon in 2 months. I really enjoyed seeing Auckland beat Waikato, so we continued on across town to see The Warriors terminate The Titans. A uniform party, Vivi La Resistance at Bacco followed, the organisation was one of the best ever, often I had to slap myself to see if it was all real. Oxygen dance party at The Studio had a grand turn-out. The uplifting tunes in collaboration with laser light show was mesmerizing.
 
A Saturday night wouldn’t be complete without stopping in at Spy Bar for a look at the party massive before they splinter off, heading to a myriad of places. I ended up at Steve’s place. Probably one of the best after party places in Auckland. This was highlighted by the swelling numbers as lunchtime approached. Time to move on to a few other destinations before dusk settled. The weekend curtailed with two lovely guests back at mine.