Oh no you Dunedin't! (Part 1 of 2)

Y'know, I've been feeling recently that I've been waiting for something to happen. Or for myself to realize something grand, something that tells me about myself or maybe just what the heck I'm doing here. Sure I've been having fun, but whenever you make a massive decision such as moving overseas for a year, you can't help but wonder if you made the right decision. Right?
Well, I reckon I've done good for myself coming here. The last week has been pretty solid proof.

So Thursday was my first run-in with the Sisters of Saint Rupertsberg at (where else...?) MightyX2. Now if I was just trying to come across as a nice friend, I'd say "Gee-Golly-Gosh! Miriam's band sure is super!". But I'm not doing that. I'm coming across as an actual objective fan of music, which is why I'm saying "Shit-Goddamn! Those chicks were effing amazing!" Seriously. If you're reading this and haven't seen them play, that means you live in Canada and too bad you're missing out. Everyone was at the show and they can attest to how amazing it was.
Also amazing that night were these:

Arts and crafts with Miriam and Elliot. (Not for kids)

This is just like that episode of Weird Science all over again.

And while we're on the topic of Arts and Crafts, here's a little something I put together for Phylli's roller-derby game:

Goregasm 3:16 reads "Thou shalt remaineth in yon penaltie box for no less than three minutes. So sayeth the Ref."

Seriously, Phylli must have spent half the game in the "Sin Bin", but the night was a riot regardless. Derby is a sport I can get behind, but man is it hard to understand from way up in the nosebleeds. We basically spent the game yelling ourselves hoarse, laughing at our ridiculous signs and being "Those guys/girls".

I can't remember what Mirri threw at me here, all I know is that my head went Back and to the left, back and to the left.

Yeah, derby is totally sweet. Apparently I can't play for some reason or another though. Probably something to do with citizenship.

Back to thursday night (good God I've got some catching up to do. I think this will have to be part 1 of 2. Yep, it is now.), honestly what an amazing night. I regret forgetting the camera, but that's all.
Friday we hit up Disasteradio, who looked like Chris-a-Riffic's long lost brother, and played like the devil himself. I haven't been so sweaty in a long time, but then again, take a look at D-Rad for yourself and tell me who's worse:

It's called THE SHEEN. And only one in a hundred men has it.

More wild dancing, more craziness, more more more. Almost to excess...but not. Why?
Because I had a plane to catch at 8 the next morning. OOF.
In spite of being a couple of reckless ones, Mirri and I miraculously managed to catch our flight. Don't we just look fab?

Kia Ora bitchezzzz

Party like a Rockstar? Fly like a G6? Why not both!

So that leads us up to at least the beginning of the Dunedin adventure. Tune in later for the exciting conclusion. And sheep! Millions of sheep!

Yours for a nominal fee,
The Talented Mr. Fisher