well. anyone who bet with me was right. of course. does anyone know how to say predictable in an interesting language? saturday was the fucking shizneeeeze. and i love it when people say thankyou, to me. this has occured twice of late. it's that warm fuzzy feeling, like half a bottle of whiskey on an empty stomach. what was so good about saturday you ask? it started for me at about 0530, when i woke, couldn't get back to sleep. i didnt really have to be up till 0615. went to te atatu to tee up with R & K (K owns boat) + 10 or so other people. was uber early, had chat with hot-air-balooners. got on boat ate food. this boat is gorgeous. an immaculately restored 30ft trimaran. no expense spared and no detail overlooked. a real testament to K. cruised inlet, sailed across to kauri point. drop pick, swim. coffee, sail back, (i was one of 3 people who had any actual sailing exp. incl K) got back at 1130. did i mention it was the bluest sky, clearest sunrise, gentlest breeze? excellence by definition. then went to town, met ballas, N and J. went and got noodlebox, saw a vendor off'ring 5 punnets of strawbs for 10$. 5 punnets of strawbs ensued. went to E's mum's place and got the 280 back. let me introduce you. 280, this is reader. reader this is 1978 datsun 280zx fairlady, 3.0L straight six, 5 spd manual, 15x275 on the rear and 15x245 up front. DVD head unit, 1500W amp, 4 boxed 6X9s. unce and waaaarp. drove it to maraetai, via clevedon, via twilight road. this is the drifty practice road for a lot of people, i put the 280 up it at about 60-70 and ballas was shitting hisself. N and J remained very quiet in the back. sat at maraetai. skot in the boot caught us up in his BMW. went to maraetai proper. if i had a dime for evry nigra we saw, i'd have a shitload of dimes. we were the only white people there. except J. who's asian. we had chicken bacon burgers. not so good as last time, and they've put the prices up. after that went back to skot's hoose, chilled some. smoked some, drank some, then went to pub via mike's house. mike was sore and crying like a girl. he didnt drink. we had a couple of jugs and wedges and pizza. Dropped off mike, dropped the BMW to dad's pad, pile in the 280. drive to G's place, drinky drinky. left there at about 4 am, dropped the 280 at my place, swapped for BMW, to town, swapped bmw for my truck, i went home, ballas and skotboot sleeped. total more than 190 kms. and perfect weather all day. it was awesome. if only church wasn't so arse, i might go more often. 280 needs new FL wheel bearings, some lightbulbs, some loctite, a new wing mirror and then she's legal. boojah. i'm gonna do that in my spare time =p all. oh. except: the anger will fade, and then hopefully she can pretend to be an adult long enough to stop the crap. quote from friend of friend. i hate my ex a lot, but i love my son more, my child needs his father so i have to put myself aside. really. all. heart N&A _ra 2107|301108