Saturday, April 04, 2009
Jamieson's Last Stand
This photo is a montage made by Tim Noble, I have used it because I like it and it took Noble a bit to get any picks with the lights.
It's official, good guy Andy Jamieson has one week left before taking the plunge at Easter. His flatmate Tim Noble decided that we would have a look around town to see future areas for ministry. This started at the Malthouse where a guy on a stag party was showing off his fake testicles on his stag party. This provided awkwardness for the Christian females around, but it was the best entertainment there.
We then went to Boogie Wonderland. This is a 1970s/1980s Saturday Night Fever style club. There was a real mixture of people and ages there. The irony of going there was that Andy Jam didn't really hit the dance floor even though the evening was supposedly in his honour. It did give the rest of a us a chance to shine. Noble had recruited a good mix of guys and gals which made it less awkward than it is when there are heaps of guys and no girls (too many dicks on the dancefloor).
The dance floor is a funny place and there were three guys dancing together (it pays not to ask). They had some good moves, but the one and only Mason Ward was up for the challenge. By the end of the evening they had copied a move or two of the great Ward. They were always trying to show him up, but his interpretive dance left them in his dust. Another great moment was when we found an anchor earring (we assume it was from someone's ear). Mason loved putting it on his ear around the time when great songs like Dancing Queen and It's Raining Men were being played. It was priceless.
Another interesting situation is when you see girls you know and they are on a hen's night before a wedding. Is it customary to disrupt them and enjoy the attention of a group of all girls? I stayed away, but it was funny seeing them there. In fact, it was a pretty good group of people there. I am still amazed at how people go to town in Wellington. It was always trackpants and swandris around Invers, but it is a bit flash up here!
There was also a Conga-line which did the rounds. I jumped onto the back of it and someone else jumped on the back of me. We did a circuit and then the group split up and the people in front of me then danced together. They obviously knew each other and wondered why some random guy had jumped on the end. It brought back memories of a dream I once had involving a great mate of mine wearing inappropriately skimpy and ripped clothes wanting me to join the back of the Conga-line at the Gore Ball. I think this was around the time of a Gore Ball, but there is definitely no Conga-lines at the traditional Gore Ball. I must've been eating cheese before bed! It is known as a colourful dance shall we say!
On the topic of dubious, there were some massive Pacific Island guys/gals (I didn't ask questions), but they made me and Doddsey look like school boys.
Andy found a quiet bar out the back and was sitting there while a middle aged couple were sitting across from him. The woman admired his freshly clipped head. Saying that it is tidy for guys who are folically challenged. She then went on about how she didn't like his shirt. Remember this was a random female. Andy didn't care as he has impressed his fiancee, but is left wondering how many of his clothes get the chop once he moves to a small house and has to share a wardrobe. His collection of dome checked shirts a legendary after several brilliant public moments when they have been ripped open (not by me).
It was great hanging with the Loveshack/Goatshed crew and extras. The beauty of it is that Andy and Greer are moving to the neighbourhood so there will be plenty of good times ahead.
Greer is a top gal and I have known Jamieson since I flatted with him in 1999. He was the older landlord who lived in the backroom. He was the man propositioned by guys in several continents. Jamieson took me under his wing when I first arrived in Wellington after a chance encounter at The Street City Church. He introduced me to his friends and the rest is history.