This weekend is Sevens weekend in Wellington. Because New Zealanders LOVE a dress up party and because we also love rugby, we combined the two.

Amy and I were scammed into going to the gym at 8am this morning (which might be a good thing re: all I intend to do for the next 48 hours is party like it’s 2005) and by the time we were walking home, the streets were littered with super heros, fairies and assorted other groups of creatures.

What I love about Wellington is that it’s so small that when AC/DC come to Wellington suddenly EVERYONE you see is sporting a mullet and bogan clothes, when Sevens comes to town, everyone starts cross dressing and acting crazy. It’s very hard to miss out on knowing what’s going on and because we’re a town of loonies anyway, you stand out if you look or act normal.

See you on the other side!