Ok ok ok, so it has been a while. But give us a break, this is the first weekend we have been home for since our last update. 🙂

Last weekend we had an amazing trip to Rotorua. Oh the stories we have to tell, but unfortinuatley I dont have time to update you on them all tonight. It was a weekend that involved Adam showing his compolsive betting nature, inisting the we conducted a series of $1 bets across the weekend – in the end it was a draw with each of us owing each other the same (Adam should have taken the lead by $1 on an easy ‘eat a joker in a minute’ bet, but in his haste he grabbed the plastic pack of cards, rather than the paper cards. Fool). Maxwell showed us the highlights of Rotorua, and left a significant amount of skin lying the luge track (he came out of his car twice, and then in a completly un-provoked attack pushed me into a pole at full speed). The two of them also came aufully close to getting the crap beaten out of them when they started bouncing the chairlift on the luge – Apparently the two big guys in the chair behind them were scared of heights (they yelled out ‘do you two want you heads cracked?’, lucklly Maxwell was thinking quick enough and saved Adam by replying with a well thought out ‘No.’).

Anyway, must go but I have a feeling Adam will have a full account of the trip (or at least what he can remember throught the 2 bottles of Vodka over the 3 nights) on his new website.

As an aside, we went to X-men last night. We got our tickets realy early only to find that the seating is a first in, first served basis (ie. not based on first to buy tickets, but first to get there). Shane, when he got there, was not impressed to find a que stretching as far as the eye could see. So he proceded to try and sneek in the short line for the other movies. The attendant announced ‘I’m sorry sir, thats the line for cinema 1’. She didn’t quite know what had hit her when I explained my chronic chlostrophobia to her, and how there were too many people justling about in the foyer for me to cope. She looked desperatley around to see if there was someone more senior to help, but when I started looking frantically around, she had no choice to let us through. As an aside, this excuse was apparently so believable that even my flat mate thought that I realy did have chronic chlostrophibia. Fools…