Long Live May

Last month, after a couple weeks of moving-shopping-dining-spending frenzy, Joe and I agreed to avoid eating out until May 1st. Well, it's May 3rd, and we got pizza last night, but I think it's time to head back out into the world of Wellington fine dining.

Insurance paid for the car window, but they won't cover the contents: a cell phone car charger, iPod, charger and tape adapter, and a pair of binoculars. Joe tells me there's a neighborhood kid who's a suspect, but there's nothing to be done about him. I wonder why they don't have juve down here. Or do they? Something to look into. Thieves suck.

In happier news, I found my organizer today, while looking for stamps. Inside my organizer I found $800 NZD, that I guess I was socking away for a rainy day, or hoarding in case there was a cash scarcity, or just trying not to spend after doing currency exchange at the airport. Who can understand my mysterious ways? Not even I.

These 3 seemingly disparate events bring us to a couple monumental decisions at hand, the first being where should we have dinner? We're trying to get as much as we can out of the Entertainment Book, so it's gonna be one of these (click on Fine Dining, then Search). We've been to 88, Boulcott Street, Boulot, Duxton, Il Casino, Logan Brown's, and Zibbibo. Where to next?

The second question is: what kind of iPod to get? Aimee is going to hook me up, but I just don't know what to get. Of course, video is rad. But then again, nano is so very small! And do I really need video? Don't I need something so very tiny, just a little more that I need video? I could watch Top Chef on my iPod, and that would be awesome, but I could also just watch it on my laptop and slip the nano in the coin pocket of my jeans. What do you think?

Clodagh and I made burritos Monday and Tuesday: 80 of them. It was a heck of a lot of work, but also great fun. The saddest part was not selling 25 of them. What to do with 25 burritos? Eat some! Give away the rest! But to whom? We went on a mission to find out just who might want a free burrito on a Tuesday afternoon.

60 of 80 burritos, all screaming "why don't you love us?!"

The Compassion Center is a soup kitchen located across the street from yoga, and it just happens to have a very compassionate parking lot that's come in handy in recent times. Joe and the almighty internet couldn't tell us where to find hungry people, so we went to the nuns (who were on a break between serving meals). They sent us to the "Tin Palace" in Newtown, which is not what is sounds like, whatever that is. We gave warm burritos to crazy people, and that made all the very low paid work totally worth it.

Oh yeah! And the wierdest thing I've seen since moving to New Zealand...here.