last night i was watching movies after going to the movies. now last time i blogged i said cal and jarryd went out, whilst me and tom watched a second movie. anyway, cal got home at about 5 (whilst i was cooking nofast). anyway, i was cooking some rice, and i thought i would melt some cheese with it cos thats actually the only food we have left. then cal comes home and starts talking but little did i know that whilst he's chatting about his night, he is steadily demolishing all my cut up cheese. next thing i know, cals in bed and i have a huge bowl of plain white long grain rice.
so i rummage through the pantry to see if there is any herbs, spices or condiments that i can add to my plain rice. after a thorough search, i add some salt, ground pepper, extra virgin olive oil, and..... a few dashes of lemon juice. and then HEY PRESTO!!! it was an instant classic. so i go downstairs and watch the karate kid 2 then cool runnings then manj comes home. little did i know, day was starting to break, but jarryd was full engrossed about some wild story involving him, a cage fighting bouncer, and a ship on the wharf, and a runaway golf cart.
next mintue, he is keen for some nofast so i go up an listen to him blabber on a bit more(he was quite maggot) then we devise the ultimate plan.
you see, we have got into a routine of going to be late and waking up late, so we thought if we pull an all nighter and all dayer, we will go to bed early the next night, therefore wake up early the next morning. the plan was foolproof, so began a day of no sleep.
little did we know, the adventure had just begun...
so we created a list of stuff we should accomplish, while our twin pals slept soundly in their beds.
the list was outrageous, ludacris, and highly dangerous. just the way we like it.
the first thing on our list was less of the dangerous crap and more towards our sensitive side.
at about 7:30am we walked down through the queenstown gardens, which, i implore you, is one of the most beautiful and glorious places in all the land. after this stunning and magical walk, where i say unashamedly, i was on the verge of tears of bliss, we headed down towards the stunning lake wakitipu. but even professer trelawney could not have forseen the adventure that followed. it was on the edge of the lake, looking over the water, that i remembered somewhere deep in my subconcious, about a jetty that had some unusual sentimental value to it. i had to get to this jetty. joni loves chachi.
we realised that the only way accross this lake was to either swim, or boat. seeing as neither of us had bought our swimming trunks, and i felt no need to freeze my robot balls off, we decided to highjack a sea vessel of some sort.
after much deliberation, the plan was set. we "borrowed" a canoe, then jarryd paddled out to a dingy tied to a buoy, untied it, then brought it in. we were going to use a dingy off the beach, but they were all chained up. then we beached the canoe, and started the treacherous row accross the deadly lake wakitipu. but after about 2 mins, we realised that there was a shitload of water getting in to the boat. so then we took her ashore, tipped out the water, i stuck my chewy in a hole to stop the water getting in, then we set off once more. it wasnt to be an easy paddle though, as we only had one canoe paddle to row us accross. but despite the rowing troubles and the deadly pirhannna's, the lake had so much serenity that we named the boat 'cool runnings'. which means "peace be the journey". in all seriousness the lake is about a kilometer wide so after paddling for ages we finally made it to the other side. then we moored it at a little jetty, and set on by foot. by now we looked like true expeditioners as we had bare feet, rolled up trackies and a hiking stick to hike with. after a dangerous walk through the queenstown golf course, we finally reached the jetty. we walked up to it and engraved in the jetty was "the jeffery wharf".
so i figured it was named after me when i was born or something. (actually named after the late jim jeffery)
so after checkin some stuff out, we paddled home, returned the boat and canoe and no-one knew it was ever gone.
then we headed off to our next adventure.
so we decided to go home and on the way got some $1.15 pies (the most sloppy, dirty, rank-ass pies in the world... but sort of satisfying)
we got back at 11am but we just took that as "bourbon o'clock".
soon, after sharing some stories with some canadian girl (who always talks about herself) we ran out of bourbon so we cracked open a bottle of whiskey. then we cooked up a fresh dose of the salt pepper lemon oil rice. which soon after being cooked we realised we weren't hungry in the slightest.
now, after several glasses of whiskey we decided to update the blog, before the adventures of today become too much and we forget shit out.
tonight we are planning to go out, which our two mcmulkin friends will be in on for sure. but we will be forgoing sleep for quite a while. wish us luck.
peace
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