my big weekend away
So this Queen’s birthday weekend was a big road-trip kind of weekend. A couple weeks ago Todd tested the waters of my interest for going up to spin firepoi at a rugby game up in Rotorua and I said yes. This weekend (queen’s birthday) was the weekend so off we went with Griff from Cosmic Corner and Griff’s girlfriend Jess.
I took Thursday and Friday off so we could have a nice long trip and a bit of relaxing and prep time before the actual event. Thursday was a gorgeous sunny day and T popped the top straight away by chuffin on the greens and was joined by G and J. I can’t drive high anymore since all the kerfuffle I had a couple years’ back with the pigs and now I get all paranoid when I’m in a car. I don’t know how they managed it this weekend, but whenever someone looked like sparking up, sure and you now it a cop car would from out of nowhere be right behind/beside/in font of us. Enough to make a nigga maranoid, I tells ya!
But anyway we got up to the Mount nice a safe as houses about 8pm or so and got to meet our poi friends, Huia and Tim. They have this nice house right on the beach and Tim runs a surf school so that’s pretty cool. Anyway, Tim was quite curious to find out which of us twirled staff and who blew fire. This pout us out somewhat as all any of us (me G and T, that is) can do is twirl poi. G and T both refused to have anything to do with staff, let alone breathing so I stepped up and threw down that I would be the other breather. Huia relented and agreed to staff. So the next couple days was spent alternately reading, smoking, drinking, and spraying salt water over these guys’ lawn in practice for the big night. I used salt water so as to practice not swallowing after a blow.
I expected to be quite worried about the whole thing, but it really only concerned me when I was stoned and dwelling on it too much. Straight I had the attitude like it was just this thing to do and it was going to happen and I was going to do it and nothing bad could ever happen to me because nothing bad ever does.
Turns out, everything wsa fine. Saturday night we all went out there with the AK Samba crew and some latino dancers in front of 32000 rugby fans. They twirled while me and Tim blew fire in the middle of the field, then we went off the field, grabbed some beers and found a place to watch the game.
The others all wanted to go to this AK Samba party at Lake Rotoiti after but I was well over the brass monkey chills by then and caught a ride back to the Mount with Rocky, Tim and Huia’s flatmate, who was a safety dude for us at the gig. So while the guys were out doing whatever (meeting people and having fun I suspect) I stayed up playing Halo2 and drinking coke. They eventually stumbled in at around 3ish all high as kites from the goodies that G hooked up from Cosmic – some Bliss and some Jump.
Of course, they were all drug-fucked the next day so I was the driver for the big trip back to Welly. I wouldn’t have let any of them drive anyway. We didn’t leave the Mount until after lunch and with half the journey in darkness….. no way was I letting anyone else behind the wheel. Control freak, maybe, but … hey it was fun.
So at the end of it all, I had a pretty decent weekend and did some stuff I’d never even normally consider and met some pretty cool cats in the process.
I took Thursday and Friday off so we could have a nice long trip and a bit of relaxing and prep time before the actual event. Thursday was a gorgeous sunny day and T popped the top straight away by chuffin on the greens and was joined by G and J. I can’t drive high anymore since all the kerfuffle I had a couple years’ back with the pigs and now I get all paranoid when I’m in a car. I don’t know how they managed it this weekend, but whenever someone looked like sparking up, sure and you now it a cop car would from out of nowhere be right behind/beside/in font of us. Enough to make a nigga maranoid, I tells ya!
But anyway we got up to the Mount nice a safe as houses about 8pm or so and got to meet our poi friends, Huia and Tim. They have this nice house right on the beach and Tim runs a surf school so that’s pretty cool. Anyway, Tim was quite curious to find out which of us twirled staff and who blew fire. This pout us out somewhat as all any of us (me G and T, that is) can do is twirl poi. G and T both refused to have anything to do with staff, let alone breathing so I stepped up and threw down that I would be the other breather. Huia relented and agreed to staff. So the next couple days was spent alternately reading, smoking, drinking, and spraying salt water over these guys’ lawn in practice for the big night. I used salt water so as to practice not swallowing after a blow.
I expected to be quite worried about the whole thing, but it really only concerned me when I was stoned and dwelling on it too much. Straight I had the attitude like it was just this thing to do and it was going to happen and I was going to do it and nothing bad could ever happen to me because nothing bad ever does.
Turns out, everything wsa fine. Saturday night we all went out there with the AK Samba crew and some latino dancers in front of 32000 rugby fans. They twirled while me and Tim blew fire in the middle of the field, then we went off the field, grabbed some beers and found a place to watch the game.
The others all wanted to go to this AK Samba party at Lake Rotoiti after but I was well over the brass monkey chills by then and caught a ride back to the Mount with Rocky, Tim and Huia’s flatmate, who was a safety dude for us at the gig. So while the guys were out doing whatever (meeting people and having fun I suspect) I stayed up playing Halo2 and drinking coke. They eventually stumbled in at around 3ish all high as kites from the goodies that G hooked up from Cosmic – some Bliss and some Jump.
Of course, they were all drug-fucked the next day so I was the driver for the big trip back to Welly. I wouldn’t have let any of them drive anyway. We didn’t leave the Mount until after lunch and with half the journey in darkness….. no way was I letting anyone else behind the wheel. Control freak, maybe, but … hey it was fun.
So at the end of it all, I had a pretty decent weekend and did some stuff I’d never even normally consider and met some pretty cool cats in the process.
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