After agonizing over a perfect storm of horribles, I was finally on my way to THE CITY.
I flew Air New Zealand, which served some sort of puffed root vegetable chip in lieu of the usual peanuts/pretzels and produced an admirable attempt at dinner (potato salad, crusted chicken, and pineapple/carrot cake). Between kiwi music and the Irish head steward's numerous loudspeaker announcements, I watched three movies whose progression revealed a possible degeneration of my mental capacities: Easy Virtue, Bolt, High School Musical 3.
Ha-ha-ha-SHAME.
In other news, I now live here:
The location is pretty good aside from the fact that since I live in the City, everything closes at 6 pm and even Pret a Manger is closed on the weekends. I also live along the siteseeing tour bus route so I periodically hear loudspeaker snippets of tours being given while I go about LIVING. This sounds charming but is actually irritating.
YES the flowers are real.
I started on a Friday so here is a picture I snuck of the dessert course during a faboo lunch. I will likely not talk about work as that would make me 5000 years old.
