Wellington on New Years Eve...
Nick and I were working in a bar in the city - a nice, fancy club a little like an upmarket version of In Blue downstairs. They had told us there was a good chance of working very very late... on the order of until 7am... which would have been quite good money!
SO.. Saturday we took things very easy, slept in, didnt leave the house until late afternoon, watched a couple of movies, had an afternoon nap from about 7pm til 9.30, and turned up to the bar at the appointed time of 11pm.
The place was as quiet and dead as you could possibly imagine - with the rest of the city coping with crowds lining up at the doors. Our place had a few old people poke their heads in, and a few people who were just there to say Hi to friends who were also working, but very very few people actually there to party.
There are only so many times you can wipe the bar down, polish the same glassware, or scout empty tables for stray plates and glasses, so we were really scrounging for things to do.
Every single clock in the place was set on a slightly different time, and of course none of the staff's watches matched exactly either, so as we were all staring at different clocks, the cheer floated in from the street outside "happy new year..."
By 1am the manager decided we could clock off, and I doubt the place would have stayed open much longer anyway. So, two hours work instead of 8, and we'd both had one of those energy drinks before starting, so neither of us were in any mood to sleep. So we set off to explore Wellington at New Years. Looked much like Melbourne but with more taxis - and quite a hot night for NZ, too. I dont think it dropped below 20 until about 3am, by which stage we were starting to get a little sleepy and headed back up the hill to be home before sunrise.
Oh well, you win some, you lose some.
Spent all day today at the Wairarapa Cup races, anyway.
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