Wolves, Darkness, and Maori Holes

"Quick, come inside! The wolves are out there!"
This is just about the only thing Andy said for the first couple of hours we saw him yesterday afternoon.
"Hurry, the darkness is coming... Darkness all around..."
By one in the afternoon, at least he was awake. Apparently he had quite the Wednesday night. We started out as one big group, but after the first evening establishment (yes Mom and Dad, I'm talking about a BAR) was done and done it was all a question of where to go now. Long story short we get separated and Walker and I can't find Andy, Troy and whoever was driving everybody around. Bummer. Text messages are sent, the club we're in is really loud and the people are awful, phone calls are made ("what? WHAT? I CANT HEAR YOU!!") and before you know it it's 2 o clock in the morning. I'm still sick, Walker's not feeling top notch either, so it's time to call it a night. No car, not enough money for a cab and we're about an hour's walk from home, but we're athletes. We're endurance athletes. An hour is nothing.

Fast forward to 7:30 in the morning. I'm fast asleep. Comfy, warm, someone's cat curled up by my feet, and in burst Andy and Troy. "HEY MAN, WHERE'S YOUR PRODIGY CD? WE NEED IT NOOOOWW!!" I point and groan a little bit in the direction of my small pile of music. How can they be up this early? "YEAH MAN, SORRY WE GOT SPLIT UP, YOU SHOULD HAVE COME TO GLOBE, IT WAS AAAAWESOME!!" How can they look so fresh? Why are they still in last night's clothes? Simple really, they just never went home, never went to sleep. By the time the sun came up the auckland clubs must have finally emptied so they were forced to head back home and knock my door down at stupid o clock in the morning for a CD that Andy already owns.

Fast forward again about 5 more hours and I get my revenge. Andy's in a coma. Near dead. Twisted beyond belief. Walker and I are nicely rested by this point in the day and it's time to wake up the birthday boy. Eventually the sun pokes out from behind the clouds and we head up to Mt. Eden to sit in a Maori storage holes (old fortified shelter on the side of a large hill, now just a big hole covered in grass) and have our pictures taken by Asian tourists who are shipped to the top of Mt. Eden by the bussload to take as many pictures of the city skyline, the holes, the grass, each other and the local guys sitting in the holes as possible. These places used to be used as lookouts, storage and other important things, now we use them to chat about bike racing, people we don't like and last night. Eventually we'll drift off, find a kebab or a burger, i'll go ride somewhere and Andy will go back to sleep, but for now you can watch the clouds roll in over the Waitakere mountains and toward the city, and life is simple.
Then a bug bites you in the ass and it's time to get out of this stupid hole. DT