Guy Fawkes yourself!

A thousand apologies for how infrequently I've been posting. I'm honestly trying to fix this but its the easiest thing to put on the back burner y'know? (Also, I've made .81 cents from enabling ads, so I can't live the dream of full-time blogger just quite yet. Maybe if I throw in some celebrity gossip...)
Anyways, it's been yet another week, so what's up in the life of Elliot?
Firstly, I had finished my last post on the morning after Halloween, and if you know me at all (Hi mom!) you know that I love me some costumed adventure. So at the back of my mind during the Dunedin trip, along with the nagging feeling that I still needed to lock down a job was the fact that it was Oct 26th and I still hadn't even thought up a costume idea. Problematic to say the least. It wasn't really until I arrived home that it all came to me in a flash of insight. I was going to be the star of one of my most favorite recent movies, and possibly the most charming anthropomorphic gentleman ever.

I was going to be The Fantastic Mr. Fox! O.K. I know, I'm really into being called 'Mr.' these days, so what? That doesn't really mean anything does it?

It took the better part of four days, some luck with finding the right pieces at the right times, but I feel I really managed to pull it off perfectly. Even better than those promotional videos from last year.

Yes, that is eye makeup. As Alan would say, that is truly "Suffering for one's art."

The tie doubles as a tail! Or does the tail double as a tie?

Impressed? You should be, or at least pretending to be. I have feelings too.
I headed out on the town with Miriam and Phylli...errr I meant "Bruce" and "Robbo". Their costumes were a little more obvious:

DAD?!

Brucie in full effect. Mothers, lock up your daughters!

As for the night itself, we bounced around from house party to house party. Eventually face paint wore off, costumes disintegrated into the blackness of night, and I degenerated to the point of trying to eat a kebab through my mask. All in all it was a fun night, but compared to the tales I've heard from back home? Halloween has a loooooooooong way to go before it's a true holiday up in here.

Post-halloweenies: I finally received a callback from a job. Can you guess the poetic justice that is about to occur? Yep, I'm back on the Levi's train, and this time in sales. God in heaven help me! But a job is a job right? And it's way cooler than that terrible store back home, I just couldn't stand anyone there (jokes). But seriously, it's a small store and stuff is mad expensive, but there's a good little team there (only 6 of us total? MAAAAAAAADNESS) and it's really really good to be working again. I've been looking for dishwashing or bar-back work in the meanwhile, something to tie up my nights as well as supplement my income. No such luck yet but I'm hopeful that something will turn up. Maybe a bartending course is in the cards, I'm considering it. Regardless, this at least means that I can pay my rent, and not get cabin fever from being bored and inside all the time.

Just this last friday was Guy Fawkes day. It's kind of a big deal here, in the U.K. as well. For those of you who don't know what its about, go watch V for Vendetta for the mild history lesson. Or Wiki that, I'm not getting into detail. What is important however, is everyone goes a little nuts and decides to light off fireworks. The city council annually blows up a large section of sky directly over the harbor, and for a full 12 minutes we were rapt with attention, the only sound being the Ooh's and Aah's from everyone around us. I'm not going turncoat on everyone, but this shit beats the symphony of fire any damn day.

Obviously I managed to get only blurry shots.

And of course they're of the most unimpressive parts. Yep, photog extraordinaire here. No big deal.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, but included us crashing a private function and assuming that drinks were on the house, and proceeding to attempt to walk out on a round of $16 cocktails. Yet again we ended up at Mighty, and yet again I hit Welcome takeaways on the way home. Just like clockwork!

That basically brings us to today, we're having a little meeting tonight to determine the future of the flat as some parties are moving out in December. For the time being Henry, Miriam and myself are going to be sticking around. Which means some new flatmates! Exciting no? But that's ages away by my standards, so let's not worry about that right just yet.

I'll try to provide a couple more bite-size tidbit posts from here on out. Again my apologies for keeping the world in wait while I waste my hours laying in the sun or otherwise lounging around the house.
Regards,
The Talented Mr. Fisher