Air New Zealand Fashion Week, and all the who-ha that goes in tow, is the talk of the town. It’s not just overly slim 6ft girls, and gaunt Beatles look-alike boys, gliding down a raised plank anymore. It’s an entire Disneyworld of music, food, gaming, shops, alcohol, makeovers, manicures and mingling. Where the content of the designers’ goodie-bags says as much about them as their actual collection on show does. It’s where you go to be at the forefront of fashion, to get a glimpse at what most of us can’t afford. Check it out, and drink it all in.

Consecutive nights out Monday to Sunday really can’t be doing me much good, but I do it so I have a bit of meat each week to feed to y’all, and hopefully entertain a little.

The Sunglass Hut launched their new marketing ways to the world last Tuesday at the Newmarket branch. It’s based around being able to morph the shop overnight to fit an upcoming campaign or brand focus, it really is quite ingenious. I had a try-on-spree and discovered that 99% of sunglasses don’t suite me, even a $600 pair of Versace’s did nothing but look ridiculous.

Dinner & a Movie night’s at Toto’s re-launched again on Wednesday (this has now been permanently changed to Tuesdays, as big corporates and their carefree credit card control carries more clout, and they desire the mid-week session). The food’s even better, and you have to book a week in advance now. Feeling effervescent, I coaxed a couple of Gucci gals to Globe Bar for “Everything’s $4 Night – Even Vodka Red Bulls”. They were a little stunned, but after a couple of Agaveros and Jager-bombs each; we were break-dancing like the rest of them.

Shane Singe threw a leaving party at B@1 on Friday. It was packed, 1 downer was that we couldn’t coax him to do one of his famous back-flips. Mel Karu’s themed birthday crew at The Kingslander’s Hawaiian party added to the heat created by the Vodka Cruiser bikini beach babes, making a for a very fun night of goodtimes.

From there it was on to get amped, rarked, moshed and exhausted at Coherent. I’m totally up for trance and hard dance, but not enough of the rest of Auckland seemed to be last Friday. It was busy, but it just didn’t make me yell to all and sundry “There’s no way I’m leaving this dancefloor until the last beat has struck!”

I loathe moving house, it’s a terrible chore. I’ve moved 6 times since moving up here, it can’t be me, it has to be everyone else . Anyway I now live by The Lido cinema, does anyone know of some cool bars or eateries in that area? So I moved again last week, toiled at it for a good 10 hours, feeling absolutely drained I contemplated having an early night. I then slapped myself and jumped in the Primera bound for Viva Latino Studio, for “Paint The Town Red”, in my haste I’d forgotten to wear anything red, so stood out like a jockey in a WWF dressing room. I thought it was strange that it was an alcohol free Latin dance event, but I went with it. Before long I was doing the Rumba like a 10 year veteran.

Matt Martin turned another year older on Saturday. We celebrated at the very uniquely decorated Shanghai Lils, it was my fourth time there, and this time I had a blast.

Glamour at Toto’s was sublime. The “glamour” was everywhere, people really made an effort. Thankfully it didn’t have the normal dance party traits of sweaty bodies and pushy drunkards. It was more of an opulent occasion with marvelous music, where you boogied a bit, people gazed, sipped champagne and caught up with friends.

After a few laps it was time to submerge into the depths of Spy Bar. Arriving earlier than usual I encountered a different crowd, a well-dressed, social, happy bunch. It was refreshing, I made some new friends, took some pictures (see these on the website under “Evidence”). A few hours later this clan dispersed and were replaced with the hardcore party people, who’d come to roost for the remainder of their night. The DJ’s played their part and everyone had a got along well. Leaving at 7am is never pretty (it’d be interesting to see what we look like, from a person who’s just got up after a restful 8 hours sleep), all gathered outside the entrance, talking nonsense to our new best friends that we met no longer than an hour ago.

The Warriors lost. I was disappointed, but have dealt with it and taken out many positives from a fine season, and can only look forward to loftier things next year. The only reason I’m going to watch the next few games is because of the commentators. I have no idea where they get their, pun and adjectives from, but they’re better than skulling an ideally chilled Heineken after splitting wood on a hot summers day for 3 hours.

Two texts and a phone call was all it took for me to abandon my 1 night off the party scene this week. Still severely battered from a wild weekend, I rose from my horizontal sedated state, dressed and motored it to Pony. The pull of 50 glamed up ladies drinking free Piper and no gents for them to confide in was too strong. The original vibe of Pony was back, laughter, interaction, free shots, a wide variety of party tunes and sexiness. It wasn’t packed but it was a damn good. What wasn’t good though was waking up to find my car had been towed, poor me.