What a week
Drinks after work on Christmas eve, at the Horse and Trap. There was a cute guy I'd like to meet. He was wearing a t-shirt with a Chinese proverb on it. I couldn't stay as my shuttle arrived to take me to the airport to catch my plane to Napier. The shuttle got me there earlier than a taxi would, but at less than half the price. If the cute guy had been alone I would have spoken to him before catching my ride.
It's been a long time since I was at the Air New Zealand domestic terminal at Auckland airport. I checked in with my eticket easily, then had to find where I could check my bag. It was hot but the cafe was out of beer that I liked. Unfortunately I didn't notice the other cafe/bar until I was on my way to the boarding gate. Althought I had a good book to read, Psychlone, by Greg Bear, I killed some time in the bookshop, and bought Legacies (Corean Chronicles Book 1), by L. E. Modesitt Jr. to read. My plane was ten minutes late departing, which isn't too bad, and apparently very common on Christmas Eve.
In the past few days, while Rudolph was roasting over an open fire, I've discovered that Claus Enterprises is downsizing, seen some ugly Christmas lights, discovered some things you can say in public at this time of year
