Now Boarding

We leave soon. Like, hella soon. Like, nine days soon. It's my 20th birthday today, which is beneficial to my friends and I as we are celebrating our departure to New Zealand with a friendly get-together. It is, however, detrimental to my poor liver.

I got my money together today, I don't know about the other stooges in the trio, but I'm waiting on it for the next week or so. 1400 New Zealand bucks SHOULD tide me over if Jesse and I eat the NZ equivalent of ramen for the first couple weeks. Thank god for hostels.

For the uninformed, let me detail to you our itineraries:

1. Jesse and Kevin leave 30 minutes for Vancouver before I do. We will meet there and hop on the same flight to NZ at 9pm.
2. We land in New Zealand so far ahead in the future that Obama has won the election.
3. Kevin packs his things and takes off to play stick-puck in Christchurch.
4. Jesse and I pack our things and...
   
5. Umm...
6. Oh shit, we didn't plan this out.

We're basically hopping in a cab, asking for a hostel and then going to go rock out in Auckland, where we landed. Spooner might be with us for a day, but I'm quite sure the dude is taking off in a hurry. While he's training to become an elite-mega-hockey-superstar we're going to be dining on sleezy NZ cuisine and drowning our Spoon-free sorrows at the most bangin' beer joint we can find.

That's the extent of our planning, here. We're playing the entire thing by ear. We plan on going zorbing, and that's about it. After that, it's go-with-the-flow time. We're going to traverse to the south island and hit up Spooner (and the long fabled "Evan Miller") where they're playin' hockey, eventually. I leave much sooner than the other two, so I'll be heading to the north island, and back to Auckland in time to catch my flight at the end of May.

I hope.

- Mitch