Nick had a farewell party for two guys that had been working for him during their OE (overseas experience).
One was a young Brit who liked to DJ and the other was an even younger German who liked to write and had never done construction work.
I felt like I knew the German already because Nick was always doing impressions of his accent. He didn't keep those impressions to himself either, the German knew he was being mocked although, through translation lags, the full extent of the teasing was lost or delayed in its effect.
We took some steak, two packs of Beck's and a bottle of Captain Morgan.
Nick made me promise not to lecture anyone on social issues.
The party was held at the Brit's flat and his girlfriend/non girlfriend/look we're just cool with whatever/ was there too.
She was from Surrey and every romantic notion I had of the area from reading Regency literature was put to rest by her emphasis that it was the sort of place one wanted to get away from.
Some of their friends showed up and I didn't catch any of their names as per usual.
One of them was a girl in fabulous red heels.
Nick tucked into the rum and got more and more convivial as the night wore on.
On this particular evening, the German was mocked for having fabulous hair and dressing like he had just stepped off a catwalk.
The Brit had the same mixer as mine and we talked about it and the challenges of producing your own music.
At one point, I was sitting in a circle with the German, red shoes and one of the nameless boys and he was telling us a story where the tone implied that he had learned a few things in his old age (he was about to be 30).
I smiled when he looked at me uncertainly and said we might be the same age (as if I was the only one who could know what he was talking about).
One of the guys was Australian, something I would never have known if he hadn't told me so.
After more than two years in New Zealand I still can't hear the difference between Aussie and Kiwi accents and I'm beginning to think that they can't either.
As I was trying to get full mileage out of the German I studied back in 11th grade, the German suddenly became sentimental and told me he liked working for Nick and would miss him.
Nick was well into his quality time with the Captain by then and his eyes twinkled as he laughed and joked with the Brit.
I was happy to see him having a good time.
The Brit later told me he would miss working for Nick.
There was a lot of sampling of the devil's lettuce going on during the fete.
I've never smoked the stuff (probably never will) and I am still pretty uninformed when it comes to its use and preparation. I watched with untrained eyes as green mossy-looking leaves were ground up and rolled into paper.
The German started looking through his music library for a song he wanted me to hear before finally giving up and saying, "I can't find it because I'm too high right now."
The girl in the red heels told me she had come to Christchurch to go to rehab after using what is termed "legal highs." New Zealand recently outlawed the sale of such chemicals but not before many young people were made sick and had their lives ruined. The girl told me that the fact that the product was legal made it seem like it was safe, but it wasn't. Getting off it had been hard for her.
At around 1 a.m. I began to feel sleepy and told Nick I thought we should head home. I didn't want to fall asleep behind the wheel and defeat my purpose as the DD.
He said he didn't want to go home and I couldn't make him because, dammit, he was a man.
The Captain tends to make him slightly petulant but mostly lovable.
On the drive home he told me he loved me more than anything and that he loved Alex and the NPR and would do anything for us.
Before we went to sleep he told me he wanted to be with me and love me forever. I gave him a big hug and settled down on his chist hiyah to go to sleep.
In the morning he was powerfully hung over and emotionally delicate.
He acted as if he had somehow been compelled to get rummed up and deserved to be petted and pitied.
I was tempted to give a small sermon on moderation but the man works hard and I think he deserves to have a good time every now and again.
He still misses the German and Brit but thanks to the powers of social media I'm sure they'll stay in touch.
One was a young Brit who liked to DJ and the other was an even younger German who liked to write and had never done construction work.
I felt like I knew the German already because Nick was always doing impressions of his accent. He didn't keep those impressions to himself either, the German knew he was being mocked although, through translation lags, the full extent of the teasing was lost or delayed in its effect.
We took some steak, two packs of Beck's and a bottle of Captain Morgan.
Nick made me promise not to lecture anyone on social issues.
The party was held at the Brit's flat and his girlfriend/non girlfriend/look we're just cool with whatever/ was there too.
She was from Surrey and every romantic notion I had of the area from reading Regency literature was put to rest by her emphasis that it was the sort of place one wanted to get away from.
Some of their friends showed up and I didn't catch any of their names as per usual.
One of them was a girl in fabulous red heels.
Nick tucked into the rum and got more and more convivial as the night wore on.
On this particular evening, the German was mocked for having fabulous hair and dressing like he had just stepped off a catwalk.
The Brit had the same mixer as mine and we talked about it and the challenges of producing your own music.
At one point, I was sitting in a circle with the German, red shoes and one of the nameless boys and he was telling us a story where the tone implied that he had learned a few things in his old age (he was about to be 30).
I smiled when he looked at me uncertainly and said we might be the same age (as if I was the only one who could know what he was talking about).
One of the guys was Australian, something I would never have known if he hadn't told me so.
After more than two years in New Zealand I still can't hear the difference between Aussie and Kiwi accents and I'm beginning to think that they can't either.
As I was trying to get full mileage out of the German I studied back in 11th grade, the German suddenly became sentimental and told me he liked working for Nick and would miss him.
Nick was well into his quality time with the Captain by then and his eyes twinkled as he laughed and joked with the Brit.
I was happy to see him having a good time.
The Brit later told me he would miss working for Nick.
There was a lot of sampling of the devil's lettuce going on during the fete.
I've never smoked the stuff (probably never will) and I am still pretty uninformed when it comes to its use and preparation. I watched with untrained eyes as green mossy-looking leaves were ground up and rolled into paper.
The German started looking through his music library for a song he wanted me to hear before finally giving up and saying, "I can't find it because I'm too high right now."
The girl in the red heels told me she had come to Christchurch to go to rehab after using what is termed "legal highs." New Zealand recently outlawed the sale of such chemicals but not before many young people were made sick and had their lives ruined. The girl told me that the fact that the product was legal made it seem like it was safe, but it wasn't. Getting off it had been hard for her.
At around 1 a.m. I began to feel sleepy and told Nick I thought we should head home. I didn't want to fall asleep behind the wheel and defeat my purpose as the DD.
He said he didn't want to go home and I couldn't make him because, dammit, he was a man.
The Captain tends to make him slightly petulant but mostly lovable.
On the drive home he told me he loved me more than anything and that he loved Alex and the NPR and would do anything for us.
Before we went to sleep he told me he wanted to be with me and love me forever. I gave him a big hug and settled down on his chist hiyah to go to sleep.
In the morning he was powerfully hung over and emotionally delicate.
He acted as if he had somehow been compelled to get rummed up and deserved to be petted and pitied.
I was tempted to give a small sermon on moderation but the man works hard and I think he deserves to have a good time every now and again.
He still misses the German and Brit but thanks to the powers of social media I'm sure they'll stay in touch.
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