Project Auckland

Just in case you haven't been to Auckland ever, from a certain angle it looks like this:

...but that's kind of Auckland's profile pic, the one taken in nice light from a high angle then Photoshopped a bit so she looks hotter than she actually is. Auckland's not that hot. But I'm still in it, just like- no. Let's not follow that to its logical and horrific conclusion.

Here's my other token tourist shot (thought I'd get these out of the way early on):
That is the Auckland Harbour Bridge. It is a bridge over the Auckland Harbour (the name is a tip-off) and sometimes people get super-excited about it but I'm not sure why, it is architecturally pretty nice but could do with a more inventive name, like the Auckland Transformer Guardian, a legendary being, long-dormant, who arises in times of strife:

WHO IS THE BRIDGE NOW, BITCHES?

Pretty sure ATG would have an issue with this store though.

Facebook. Keep it on the Internet, people. Keep it out of my Facelife.

The flat I am staying at (thanks Cate!) has some Tree Art:

which I am super impressed by. I would try and steal this Treeangle (see what I did there?) but I'm not sure how, or when, or what I'd do with it when I got home.

Auckland adventures abound: this morning we had cupcakes from Delish, which were. After recovering from the sugar coma (I ate a small-animal-sized amount of frosting, oh my God) we attended the inaugural NEW ZEALAND BLOGGER'S CONFERENCE, organised by Cate and myself. We made a sign and everything, it was pretty legit:


Note the excellent font choice.

NZBC 2010 was held at the Falls , which was lovely (I know there's a lot of pimpery in this post, but it's worth it and also I am practicing for when I am an actual pimp, which if we're being honest is not a career path I'm going to go down because I would be a crappy pimp (can't pull off a zoot suit, don't know how to twirl a cane), but I think I'd be a pretty good funeral director so maybe we'll look into that) and there was quite a lot of this:

I have apple and rum in me, and I am delicious.
Unsure if I am talking about myself or the drink but both apply.

& also this, which is what happens when you drop green sour skittles into cider (it's Science!) and shake it about a bit; after the fizzing stops, the cider goes bright green and starts to taste revolting. (This happened back at home, because apparently nice restaurants don't approve of DIY, in-the-bottle cocktails.)

When Art and Science meet: witness the birth of Scart.

Must go now as a) am being antisocial and b) am very aware that this cider (unskittled) is not going to drink itself, and if I keep drinking it - which I will - and blogging then eventually I'll end up declaring my inappropriate lust for someone on the blog and, you know, generally I prefer to keep that to txt messages.

IN SUMMARY, AUCKLAND: