tamarillow: Owl holding a balloon which has the text 'yay' on it (yay owl)
It is Fat August time again, and I have been meaning to write up the 2014 session ever since it finished. Fortunately I still have the food tweets of dinner mates favourited, and the 2014 schedule has survived, as have some of the menu's thanks to the Way Back Machine, bless it always.

We kicked off last year with the Mirimar Triple Header on the Saturday. We went to The Larder [https://web.archive.org/web/20140825183925/http://www.wellingtononaplate.com/dine/the-larder/] for lunch, saw The Hundred Foot Journey [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hundred-Foot_Journey_%28film%29] at The Roxy cinema as the movie (a great movie and probably the most appropriately themed movie we will ever see for the event, also Helen Mirren is always awesome), had cocktails and then ate dinner at CoCo at The Roxy.

The Larder was a terrible start. First they told us over the phone that they didn't take bookings, then they said we should have booked, then they said they'd fit us in in 20 minutes and that they'd call us. We waited in the week wintery sunshine for 45 minutes or so, then they said they wouldn't be able to serve us the Wellington On A Plate menu as we hadn't booked, and then finally at the end the male server (who had been thoroughly unapologetic throughout) couldn't work the eftpos machine! The food was good but the service was so terrible that I think we've all been bad-mouthing them ever since. L [http://stickmarionette.tumblr.com/] and S [http://hazel.dreamwidth.org/] ordered a lot of offal off the main menu; brains and livers and so on, and enjoyed it a lot, K [https://twitter.com/kielix] and I ordered the Burger Wellington burger with the Garage Project beer match [Flame-grilled Wapiti with smoked chipotle peppers, pickles and Garage Project onion relish. Garage Project beer match: Texas Tea] which I remember as tasty but not amazing, with good chips. And Texas Tea did not make it on to my regular Garage Project beer buying list. Despite literally talking about The Larder the other day over 2015 Fat August meals I can't remember what V [http://arysteia.livejournal.com/] ordered.

CoCo at The Roxy had amazing and attractive cocktails as always, and gain points for having good mocktails for sober driver me (okay so I had a beer earlier but that was at least 6 hours before going home) but their 2014 menu is sadly lost to the internet. I remember it as being delicious and that the dinner I ate contained lamb? beef? served 3 ways including a lovely mini pie. The dessert was (quoting from V's twitter “Coco Leche Frita -- deep fried chocolate custard in cookie crumb...” and AMAZING.

On Sunday we went to the Bangalore Polo Club [https://web.archive.org/web/20140814044203/http://www.wellingtononaplate.com/dine/the-bangalore-polo-club/] for lunch (I remain baffled as to why someone decided to name and decorate a restaurant in this day and age for the British Raj in Wellington, New Zealand), and El Matador – Café, Asador Grill & Bar [https://web.archive.org/web/20140729164333/http://www.wellingtononaplate.com/dine/el-matador-cafe-asador-grill-bar/] for dinner.

The Bangalore Polo Club had good food, good service, great company and really amazing gin. I don't actually remember what I ate but we had fun. And then stayed and drank really quite a lot. We then staggered to El Matador where we were unable to eat very much, thanks to the extended lunch. Which was really sad because the food was amazing. S who had snacked at mid afternoon decided not to even order dinner, and ate a bread roll. I went for the full three courses, at a really really delicious soup (Rescoldo (ember-baked) Cuba Fruit Mart root vegetable soup with fugazza), then I got the main course boxed up after poking at it for a bit, then ate dessert (Panqueques with dulce de leche and praline whipped Zany Zeus double cream) omnomnom. My boxed up dinner (Parrilla-grilled PrimeStar rump steak with chimichurri, wood-fired beetroot, ricotta and preserved lemon and mint vinaigrette) got combined with some home cooked couscous, and S and I ate it for lunch the next 2 days. The beetroot dyed the couscous a really lovely pink.

The next weekend we went to Fratelli [https://web.archive.org/web/20140815012533/http://www.wellingtononaplate.com/dine/fratelli/] on Friday evening for dinner, One80° Restaurant & Lounge Bar [https://web.archive.org/web/20141009095217/http://www.wellingtononaplate.com/dine/one80-restaurant-lounge-bar] for Saturday lunch, and Little Beer Quarter for Sunday dinner.

Again this began less than well. Because I finished work later than the others, I went straight to Fratelli, while everyone else was still at pre dinner cocktails, I think I was a bit early even. This would have been fine, except some guys at the table over tried to pick me up. I didn't mind being asked to join them for a drink, but to have them then persist for the quarter hour or so to try to persude me after I refused, before Team Wellington arrived (while I narrated this by text to S) was Not Cool. They also tried to pick up their waitress while deriding her knowledge of wine, so all around Not Cool bros. The food was good though! I ate 3 courses; starter: Parkvale field and porcini mushroom risotto with spinach and Kāpiti pecorino topped with seared PrimeStar venison and vincotto, dinner: Housemade Boomrock lamb shoulder and roasted red pepper sausage on Commonsense Organics beluga lentils with cavolo nero and lemon braised fennel, and dessert: Honey and rosemary panna cotta with a poached pear, ginger and almond salad and Love Honey honeycomb, and enjoyed them all from memory, although I think the panna cotta was a slightly odd texture. I don't think T [http://labellementeuse.dreamwidth.org/] (who I think also ate it) found the panna cotta oddly textured though, so that might just be me. I might remember drunkenly shuffling my plate back and forth to watch the panna cotta wobble. Probably just me then.

One80° Restaurant & Lounge Bar was more sparsely attended, just S, V and myself. I remember the food as being good. I think I ate Whittaker's Dark Ghana chilli braised Wairarapa beef rib with cream corn, bone marrow gremolata crusted croquette and local parsnip crisps, but I don't remember what well. I think we might have been the only people there for lunch. Maybe they do more business on weekdays.

Little Beer Quarter had food precisely taylored to me. There was an amazing platter with pickled eggs, and battered gerkins and good brown bread and olive oil. Omnomnom vinegar tastes! They were extremely ample portions, and I don't think any of us managed to finish the next course (brisket sandwiches with chips). I think we all wound up overfull.

The last weekend we went to Ortega Fish Shack & Bar [https://web.archive.org/web/20140710002905/http://www.wellingtononaplate.com/dine/ortega-fish-shack-bar/] for Friday dinner, Pan de Muerto Mystic Mexican Cuisine & Tequila Bar for Saturday lunch, and Spruce Goose [https://web.archive.org/web/20140814044131/http://www.wellingtononaplate.com/dine/spruce-goose/] for Sunday dinner.

Ortega was good, I think. I drank deceptively alcoholic cocktails and later went to Rome in the local parlance. My memory of the food is not the best. The memory of getting off the train, walking to my Mums (she had just married, and moved in with her husband and we were borrowing her not-yet rented-out house as ours was getting rewired at the time. She was away that weekend also.), discovering that I'd locked us out, getting a taxi home to an electricity free house to sleep, and then the trek around Wellington the next day, while naming our various destinations things from Lord of the Rings as we went has overpowered the earlier evening fairly well. Home = The Shire, Mum's = Erebor, Mum's new house = Rivendell, my brothers = Rohan. We drove to Erebor to discover no, really I had completely locked us out (I had shot the bolts then we'd left through the garage, hitting the inside automatic garage door close button and ducked out), went to Rohan to get the key to Rivendell off my brother, went to Rivendell to get Mum's garage door opener from her car, then back to Erebor!

Twitter favourites, the Way Back Machine and my own memory have all failed me for what we ate at Pan de Muerto but we've been back since, so it must have been nice enough!

I think Spruce Goose suffered from being at the very end of Fat August. I don't even remember what I ate with the menu (thank you Way Back Machine!) in front of me.

I hope to also write up the (still ongoing) Fat August 2015 experience before we hit 2016!

Fat August

Aug. 30th, 2013 09:37 pm
tamarillow: Owl holding a balloon which has the text 'yay' on it (yay owl)
This year, considering the annual food festival (long may it continue) of Wellington On A Plate, Team Wellington fangirls decided to go to a bunch of the places and dine sumptuously together…

The first place we went to was El Matador – Cafe, Asador Grill & Bar for lunch. The food was tasty and I am going back there specifically for the churros at some point. I don’t think they’ve put much effort into the décor, although I would always rather they put more effort into the food than the décor.

The very next day we went to La Boca Loca also for lunch. The food was nice - I would be happy to go there if I happened to be in Miramar - but not so amazing that I would trek all the way there just to go again. I was told it’s fairly authentic Mexican, not that I would know. The décor was cheerful. The non-alcoholic beverage was kiwifruit juice mixed with something else – guava I think? – and was surprisingly delicious; usually I don’t like kiwifruit juice.

We then went just a couple of places down the road to The Roxy Cinema, where I had never been. The Roxy is a very picturesque place, beautifully renovated, and lovely in every way except the height of the otherwise very comfy leather seats in the cinema. I had to rest my feet on my bag so as not to have them swinging. I am short yes, but not so very short that I feel that this should happen to me.

We went to see Now You See Me which had the most shoehorned in romance plot I remember ever seeing. They really should have stuck with heists, stage magic, and explosions. Those were fun.

We then sat around and chatted until it was time to have dinner at CoCo at The Roxy. The food was lovely, and the roast beetroot tartlet starter was especially fine. However, the bit which really impressed me was the bar. The pre-dinner cocktails lived up to the beauty of the surroundings, and (I am told) were delicious. Also the bit where the rest of the cocktail shaker was pouring into little jugs to top up the cocktail glasses is a very nice touch. The chairs were comfy, and we had a nice alcove to chat in. I really must go back there sometime when I’m not being sober driver and try some. My mocktail was nice, as was my pot of tea though.

The next week, [personal profile] hazel and I were off to the only actual Event we went to, and the only Fat August dining experience lacking others of Team Wellington. this was The Whittaker’s Hip’ High Tea “A decadent Whittaker’s Chocolate high tea in Hippopotamus Restaurant”.

That was a fancy, fancy place. Very lushly decorated, (I wonder where one sources taxidermied peacocks? I saw at least 6 of them) and with a waterfront view. The bathroom even had the ‘dry your hands on individual towels and put them in the basket’ thing happening. I was therefore extra unimpressed that they messed up our drink orders at the start and gave me the mocktail and [personal profile] hazel the cocktail, even if we did each actually like the taste of the drink that we hadn’t ordered better. Still! Be better swish restaurant!

Everything was delicious, and they came to refill the tea at reasonable intervals, but the sweet to savoury ratio of the high tea was far too unbalanced in favour of sweet, probably because of association with Whittakers. I will not be doing this event again next year – we had to sit quietly at the waterfront for quite a while to recover from all the sugar – but it was nice to try.

That evening we went on to have dinner at Floriditas with more of Team Wellington. The food was delicious and they had a vegetarian option for each course. The homemade lemonade was delicious and the Riesling was very very sweet. Definitely a dessert wine, I tried to have it with my main, was warned about the sweetness, ordered it anyway, and then had to drink it after I’d finished my risotto. It tasted good anyway. Then stuffed with much good food I slept like the dead that evening.

Next day it was time to have lunch at Finc. I got the burger (Burger Wellington!) and it was very nice. A rye bun works surprisingly well, and the big slab of beetroot was nice with it, and it was a good chicken patty. Kudos for it being gluten free as well. I do still feel that Finc is a bit overpriced, but it’s in central Wellington, so…

And then it was time for the final Fat August dinner at Bebemos where wow do they believe in proper portion sizes, and the food is very hearty. I ate until I was full, and then got the leftovers to take away and ate until full at lunch the next day. This would be a fantastic student pub. It would also be worth driving to Newtown on a grumpy winter day just to have a really hearty beans and rice and maybe a tap beer of the day, if I ever start to drink (lightly) and drive. Curse my lightweight liver!

And that was Fat August.

Tomorrow, roller derby!
tamarillow: Text saying 'what the frak' (WTFrak)
So the kittens have started bringing things inside to stalk around the house, mostly the hallway. So far this has been a lot of leaves, one weta and today a randomly appearing apple.

It's a small apple, and the neighbour has an apple tree, so they didn't have to bring it in too far. But this is the first occasion I can recall where a cat gift has actually been edible...


Mar. 8th, 2013 10:06 am
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (nightowl)
And now we have kittens!

I had not been intending to get new kitties this soon, but I foolishly said to [personal profile] hazel 'Look, the SPCA is having a kitten adoption day in the local community hall, maybe we should go see the cute kittens, and then go grocery shopping.'

Shortly thereafter we had two kittens. There is nothing like a purring kitten to make your life better...
tamarillow: image of hangman game with the text 'goodbye cruel world' missing the o's (g__dbye cruel w_rld)
Well this morning we went to the vet with Jemima the tortoiseshell cat and had her put to sleep. We realised a couple of weeks ago that it wasn't just that she'd gotten really fussy about food, she wasn't eating enough, and she'd lost a bit more weight than usual for summer. So last Tuesday we took her to the vet and discovered she had in fact lost a quarter of her total body weight and had growths all through her lungs. We took her home with some magic food and a long lasting steroid injection that got her her appetite back, but she started panting for breath all the time, so.

My brother dug me a nice deep hole in the back garden and she is now buried beneath the plum tree that we grew from seed and was outgrowing it's shrub pot anyway.

I am deeply sad about this.
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (nightowl)
As you will know from[personal profile] hazel’s post, there was a great deal of culling of books today at our house. If anyone is interested in the below, let me know. I too, will pretty much just charge postage

culled books, alphabetically by author )

tamarillow: Owl holding a balloon which has the text 'yay' on it (yay owl)
So for much of this year, having expressed an interest in learning more about cataloguing to my manager, I have been working 4 hours a week with the cataloguing team. This means that I was invited to the team Christmas lunch. It was potluck and held at the home of the manager, who has a wood fired pizza oven. Much deliciousness followed. Also present were the managers partner and small female child. The following conversation happened this afternoon:

Librarian: Those are nice wings that you are wearing, [small female child], are they fairy wings?
Small female child: No! [tone of OBVIOUSLY] They're bat wings.


And then I ate more, and drank a beer, and lay in the sun for a couple of hours, and then went back to work to my usual team and tried very hard not to nap for the rest of my day.
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (nightowl)
Argh. I drafted most of a post and then foolishly googled a song title with the post tab and lost all the text :(

Oh well.

Anyways, this last weekend I went up to my Big Sisters house to visit her, her Partner and my Older Nephew, my Next Sister and my Younger Nephew, who were also visiting Big Sister, my Brother, who had moved up there earlier this year, and also my Mum, who had decided that if all four kids, and both grandkids were going to be in one place for a weekend she was also going.

I was really good to see everyone in one spot, and especially great to see my nephews, are super cute and have gotten so big! (I am totally going to be That Relative that says 'you've grown so much!' dammit. Still at 1 and 2 years old they really are growing so much.

Older Nephew has also gotten really chatty, and is developing his musical tastes and would periodically demand songs by his own names for them, (there are a few that Big Sister and Partner just can't tell what songs he's asking for. He seems to believe that they are just being mean not playing them), and would sometimes get them played on one of his parents iPhones for him. At one point he even got his Aunties and Uncle and Nana dancing with him to one of them, which I think may have been the high point to his weekend. His favourites are 'Friends!' [The White Stripes - We're Going to Be Friends] and 'Fell in a Girl!' [The White Stripes - Fell In Love With A Girl]. There was also something by Violent Femmes whose name I can't remember, and something he referred to as 'Bang Bang Thingy' frequently requested...

Also I am now 30. Next Sister said she'd give me money towards a Threadless.com order for a birthday present, and I looked at their website tonight and saw that they had a 50% off sale. Well then. I went a little crazy and ordered many t-shirts (5) and a hoodie. [personal profile] hazel is a terrible enabler, and also ordered 2 t-shits and a hoodie.

I ordered these designs:


She ordered these designs:

tamarillow: image of hangman game with the text 'goodbye cruel world' missing the o's (g__dbye cruel w_rld)
Tonight, dear internet, I was turning on the oven, when it made a crackling pop, and flashed electricity at me.

I, of course, yelped, and turned it off at the wall, (well I turned the fridge off at the wall, and [personal profile] hazel , summoned by my yelp, turned the oven off at the wall. The plugs are close, I would have figured it out once I calmed down).

I really sincerely hope that our oven just needs an element replaced, or some such, because apparently it is no longer code to wire ovens as it was approximately 35 years ago when this one was installed. So if we have to replace the oven, there may in fact be no electrician willing to install it into our crappy wiring (which we had been saving to replace).

We can about afford to replace the oven with a basic no frills decent oven, if we have to. We cannot afford to rewire without borrowing (yet more money) from the bank. /o\

The joys of home ownership.

Edit: Oven now fixed! \o/


Jun. 9th, 2012 06:40 pm
tamarillow: 'skynet' writing with google-like font and colouring (skynet)
So I was thinking of getting an AO3 account for ease of reading, and it said that there was 16110 people on the waiting list for a site sent invite. Does anyone who already has an account there have a free invite lying around?

Edit: Success!
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (Reality is overrated)
So there’s this business which imports cheap books from overseas and puts out a monthly catalogue called Bookzone. Once a month I tend to look through the catalog and send hazel, (and nishatalitha.livejournal.com before she went overseas), a list of books I think she might like to buy, and also a list of crazy sounding books that I think look terrible and yet hilarious, sometimes with commentary. Sometimes an email conversation like this happens:

[personal profile] tamarillow 
Kiss of the Goblin Prince:  Shona Husk
Trapped for centuries in the bleak Shadowlands, Dai clings to his humanity with a thirst for knowledge. But now he's free of the goblin curse, and some would say he knows too much- he can make nature bend to his will, influence the minds of others, and command magic. Yet love eludes him. [cry me a river]
ORDER # R512-47   $12-90   ISBN 9781402262067

[personal profile] hazel 

[personal profile] tamarillow 
Kiss of the Goblin Prince: We cursed you and tormented you, and you eventually threw this off. Rule us! I am sure you will be a fair and just prince!

[personal profile] hazel 
Obviously the best of all possible systems of selecting political leaders.

[personal profile] tamarillow 
“Listen - strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.”

[personal profile] hazel 
:DDDDD I guess the waterboarding is just to find out whether the Goblin Prince is secretly a witch, then?

[personal profile] tamarillow 
Yep. And also to see if he looks good in a wet shirt. Sex appeal is very important for supernatural royalty. The previous Goblin Prince was a big fan of tight leather pants, but they wanted a new look for the next one. Leather pants not going well with water, they had had a problem with drought over the course of his rule. Currently top goblin intellectuals are designing contingency plans in case they have to deal with excess rain.

[personal profile] hazel 
The boys and girls in the Met Office aren't having a good time of it these days.

[personal profile] tamarillow 
What’s weather prediction without uncertainty? They keep trying to import quantum butterflies just to add some interest to their day job. But the Ministry of Inter-dimensional Biosecurity won’t issue them permits. They are starting to have enormously long boozy lunch breaks to relieve the tedium, and then trying to justify them as business expenses to the Secretary. Who is not amused. And can take costs out of their paychecks. Just last week, Wee Davie had to eat at the cafeteria for 3 whole days…

[personal profile] hazel 
Meanwhile, the Goblin Prince - and it's beginning to look like the Sub-Sub-Committee of Power Behind The Throne were a little too hasty - has engaged three busty farmgoblins to follow him around and keep his shirt constantly moist, in the hope that he can attract one of the neighbouring princesses - or at least the daughter of a duke.
Poor Ye Old Morris, Deputy Director of Crime and Punishment (Policy Division) took him the Mauve Box of draft legislation and other documentation last Wednesday, and the Goblin Prince dripped over everything. The vellum scroll of Those Who Shall Not Be Saved got hideously smudged, and neither goats nor scribes are cheap these days, what with the labour movement coming out of the Southern Ward goldmines.
Ye Old Morris had to have a refreshing bender through the darkening pubs of the Old West Wall. He woke up underneath a park bench three days later, with a crushing headache and minus a shoe. Mrs Ye Old was not impressed.

[personal profile] tamarillow 
Also, as wet shirts are a bit unhealthy in bad weather, and there are very few illnesses that are actually photogenic, the weather has, if anything, gotten hotter. The pessimists are cleaning up all the sweepstakes, and it’s affecting their psyches to be winning, although the brighter ones are dismally comforted that it is through bad fortune for the country as a whole.
Meanwhile the met office has just realised that the reason they can’t get any permits is because actually processing their requests would make the Ministry of Inter-dimensional Biosecurity deal with people who keep sniggering and making jokes about how they are neither Men nor In Black, whenever they see the acronym on the office stationery.
tamarillow: Spock is making a shadow puppet (spock shadowpuppet)
So last night in a moment of foolishness, I started the dryer going, left the dehumidifier running, and then put the kettle on and put a piece of toast in the toaster. The fuse then blew. Whoops said I, and went to investigate the fuse box, wondering how one changes fuses.

The last people had left some fuse wire in the bottom of the box, I found the blown fuse, inserted new fuse wire and went to put the kettle on to test the new fuse wire. It blew again. To the internet!

The internet told me that I had not twisted the wire in quite right. I twisted the wire properly and tried the kettle. Yay! Then I set the dryer running to finish off the load. It worked. Yay! Then once the dryer had finished I went back to have a piece of toast. It blew. Maybe the toaster is bad, I mused. To the internet!

The internet told me that maybe the toaster had gone bad, but maybe I had the wrong grade of fuse wire, so today we went to Bunnings and brought more fuse wire. The wire the last people left in the fuse box appears to be 5amp wire, and the fuse should have 15amp wire, which it now does. As well as the wrong grade of fuse wire, they left a working lighter in the fuse box for baffling reasons. That is the third lighter found in a weird place so far. Maybe the last people were closet pyromaniacs?

I am now enjoying a hot drink from the working kettle \o/ and then will shortly go and clean all the things.

Oh my house

Mar. 8th, 2012 10:45 pm
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (Reality is overrated)
So I just went to open the door of my room.

The door handle came off in my hand.

I knew that this house was kind of in poor nick, what with us being able to afford the mortgage payments and all, but I wasn't expecting it to literally fall apart at a touch.

Oh well. It screwed back on fairly easily.
tamarillow: Owl holding a balloon which has the text 'yay' on it (yay owl)
So in the 3 months-ish since my last post  [personal profile] hazel ,  [identity profile] nishatalitha.livejournal.com and I have been given notice at our flat because the owners decided to move back, [personal profile] hazel  and I subsequently brought a house, ([identity profile] nishatalitha.livejournal.com  is planning on going overseas), hosted a Christmas do, went on a truncated road trip, discovered that our property manager gave us the wrong date we needed to be out of the flat by (I am still stunned by this), moved up settlement, moved, and started dealing with tradespeople.

Rather than talking about all of that drama I have decided to post about pockets. My major gripe about women's clothing is the lack of pockets in almost all of it that isn't jeans. WHY ASSUME THAT WE WANT TO CARRY A PURSE WITH US EVERYWHERE WE GO, WORLD? When wandering around our workplaces, will we not want to carry a tissue with us? Will we not want to be able to have an access card without a lanyard? Can we not carry our cellphones if we are expecting a call and still use both hands? While bra's can sometimes function as pockets (and I occasionally use them for this) it is not socially acceptable to be groping your cleavage in most circumstances! And apparently other women have felt this way since 1915 at least:

From Are Women People? A Book of Rhymes for Suffrage Times by Alice Duer Miller at Project Gutenberg:

Why We Oppose Pockets for Women

1. Because pockets are not a natural right.

2. Because the great majority of women do not want pockets. If they did they would have them.

3. Because whenever women have had pockets they have not used them.

4. Because women are required to carry enough things as it is, without the additional burden of pockets.

5. Because it would make dissension between husband and wife as to whose pockets were to be filled.

6. Because it would destroy man's chivalry toward woman, if he did not have to carry all her things in his pockets.

7. Because men are men, and women are women. We must not fly in the face of nature.

8. Because pockets have been used by men to carry tobacco, pipes, whiskey flasks, chewing gum and compromising letters. We see no reason to suppose that women would use them more wisely.

tamarillow: Owl holding a balloon which has the text 'yay' on it (yay owl)
I am now legally allowed to drive after 10pm! I can legally drive passengers without one of them being a full licence holder! Once more the world has expanded around me!

Already the flatmates and I are planning a roadtrip this summer :D


Feb. 24th, 2011 06:52 pm
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (Default)
Okay so, I agree that pollution and global warming are a problem. Boo the use of fossil fuels etc… But I love my car. I love my car so very much.

Just after Christmas 2010 I brought my very first car. Her name is Arabella. Mostly I call her Bells.

I have had my restricted licence for over ten years, basically I moved out of home and then had no access to a car – except sporadically – for a long long time. And public transport in my city really is quite good. I complain about it often, and buses are often a bit late, also they decided to put fares up by $0.50 because a smaller jump would have been difficult for the drivers to cope with! But really it is not that bad.

But the other day I went to town to run a couple of errands. The whole thing took me about an hour. Previously an hour would have been spent walking to and from the bus stops, waiting for the bus and riding the bus if I was lucky. Just being able to leave when I want, park where I want (within reason), take the exact route I want is so much fun. Personal mobility for the win!

I will shortly be contacting the AA (Automobile Association) for a driving lesson, to see if I could get my full licence or what I need to work on. And then I will have personal mobility and the ability to take passengers.
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (Default)
My Dad has let me know that my Christchurch cousins are okay. \o/

The whole thing is worse after the earthquake last year where no one died. It is like an anvil fell and missed everyone, and then it turns out that there are unexpectedly 2 anvils and the second one didn't miss.

Car day 2

Dec. 28th, 2010 05:07 pm
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (Default)
Well this morning the weather was really terrible - raining hard and blowing harder... so I thought, 'maybe I should wait and see if the weather clears?' and 'if you miss one day, you will miss two. If you miss two...' and 'tamarillow, you know where you live. If you refuse to drive on days with miserable weather...' Anyway I waffled my way into a clear (for a while) afternoon and went for a drive.

Considering that when I encountered one of those charming local spots where due to cars parked on the side of the street, vehicles coming the other way have to drive on your side of the road, I did NOT, a. Scream, b. Close my eyes, or most importantly c. damage any other cars or my own or any occupants, we are going to call this reacting with poise and grace and dignity.


Dec. 27th, 2010 07:36 pm
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (Default)
Well I have now brought my very first car. It is sitting at the bottom of the steps and I Will Drive It Every Day of the holidays to get some practice in.

Our driveway is actually really scary, I am not going to attempt Roscoe Drive again for quite a while, and traffic is also scary.
tamarillow: picture of owl in coffee beans and cups, text 'night owls run on coffee' (Default)
I have just come home from my work Christmas party. Fairly early, but I felt that I really did not need to stay for the karaoke. Especially since the social club seem to have picked the cheesy Christmas song version. There is only so much of that I can take.

From my point of view I caught a fairly early bus home, but from the way the driver was apologising to people getting on, I actually must have caught a really really late bus...

Anyway! How were your Friday evenings?
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