(Saturday) Peer pressure: 'drink this, it's gooooood'
...And it was. But dear God, I managed to get drunk last night. One of those nights where the agenda as planned was:

a) go to 6pm comedy show with my flatmate
b) go home early, eat pizza, watch sport, and study. Save money, have quiet night.

What actually happened:

a) as above (Flight of the Conchords - they rock)
b) run into classmate Mandy and her friend
c) get dragged round every flash bar in Wellington, while Mandy complains that she wants to go somewhere scungy
d) get pressured into drinking cocktails (they were delicious, I wish I could remember what they were called)
e) run to the bottle store just before closing time
f) wander randomly around the central city trying to find their friend's farewell party
g) find the party. That's me finding the party, even though I didn't know where it was
h) drink some incredibly potent punch made of whisky, vodka, champagne or something like that
i) realise I am really fucking drunk
j) stagger home. eat pizza. watch football. collapse at half time and stagger to bed. Wake up in middle of night still drunk, and with hangover, and stagger to bathroom, nearly destroying my bedroom on the way.

Ah, life is sweet. I love those random encounters. There was a girl at the party dressed as a strawberry. I'm sure I remember that right. 
| ¶ 10:22 pm