knackered.

9 am i woke up to a megaphone outside my window "get out of bed you sleeping daisies the time has come for the amazing race!" i stumble out with yesterday's mascara smeared down my face and barefoot, completely bewildered and surround by kids on decorated bikes, mopeds, xxrazrscooterzxx, segways etc... anyway, i signed up for what turned out to be like a 6 hour marathon around the entire city of ChCh. one of the tasks was to run around the city counting the number of blue neon "massage" signs which only pointed to an empty flight of stairs. these apparently, are not massage parlors..though the ring leaders were wildly cryptic about what they might actually be. details to follow, and there are 16 for anyone who's interested (lookin good, hoss; i picked up some pointers for our audition, we'll talk.). soon after, had to track down a domino's and a group of four of us had to eat two large pizzas and then run two miles through the botanical gardens and ford a river to play a life size game of chess. apparently the entire country competes in this today, in all the major cities...in wellington you're given a wad of cash to buy a rental car and tour the coast. these kiwis are out of their damn minds. classes start on monday, dont' seem to be a priority around these parts. everyone is laughably laid back, even the police were making date rape jokes at our orientation and passing around his baton and drug kit. always a hit. been called a yank by hordes of locals nightly, and asked questions like "oh, youre an american. do you drink mountain dew and eat corn in daytona at the nascar races?" i am boring the pants off. out like trout.

sweet as.