surfer girl goes global

I am so fucked this morning. Last night ended with a LOT of sake drinking and staying up way past my bedtime kissing a boy in a parking lot.

It was 35 degrees yesterday so went to the beach after work, we ended up hanging out with these guys, who party there all the time. Telling us about their BBQs and drinking on the beach and how quitting his job was the best thing he’s ever done, playing volleyball and frisbee and just chillin with some beers.

You have to keep the beers on the DL though the cops come through on these ATVs every now and again scouring the beach for any sign of alcohol. Luckily we were good at spotting them in time to hide all sign but not everyone was so lucky. There was this group of guys and they spent twenty minutes dumping out their beer and asking for ID it was so funny. If only I had my camera.

So we’re hanging out on the beach till 10 and getting pretty drunk and getting pretty hungry since we really haven’t eaten since lunch and decide to go to this Japanese restaurant. My first time having Japanese. We get there and the kitchen is closing in five minutes so they need to get our order in and so the one guy starts ordering food like crazy and getting who knows what and SAKE. Which came in this big bamboo stick pretty much, and little bamboo shot glasses.

It was suprisingly drinkable and they made sure to keep the glasses full, even after 3 or 4 of those big bamboo things, even when I decided I’d had enough but okay I’ll have another.

I was having trouble with the chopsticks and got excited about the sushi when it came – is that raw fish? and dug in. I wasn’t quite as excited about the taste in my mouth this morning and I feel like the sake is still running through my veins but you can’t complain when someone else takes care of the bill.

We ended up drinking with the manager (the guys are regulars there) until the place closed and the waitresses were leaving and were heading home, but then we saw some cops so we re-parked the car and got out until they cleared out. Then instead of going home we ended up meeting some other people and hanging out in the parking lot (again with the parking lot hang out) until almost 3 in the morning.

We’re supposed to party on the beach with them again today but I’m not so sure I can take it – that doesn’t sound like New Zealand. But the rest of it late night drinking, going to work hung over or worse still half drunk hoping you don’t reek of alcohol, making out with random boys, that was New Zealand and that was awesome.