Lazy time

Today I enjoyed lying on our heated living room floor, laughed at a small dog that was too cute but didn't realize the affect he had on humans while attempting in vain to accomplish Serious Things, invented a new poi move on the beach, ate a meat pie and peanut butter cups, read a book, and made a map of all the recommended restaurants in Sydney so that wherever we are, good food will be easy to find. I briefly worried about my visa application, considered calling my mom, and thought about money, but didn't do anything about such serious concerns. Maybe I could learn something from the small dog.

The film festival ended on a high note, and my team hosted a screening of 3 of the local entries at the Film Archive. People were screaming and drinking beer and the energy was high high high. I can't explain how I felt at the tape hand in, 14 minutes before time ran out. My heart was all over the place! I went over 45 minutes before the end with all the paperwork and a back up tape, in case the final tape didn't make it in time. The back up tape had no credits. I drank 2 free Stellas while I waited (they were sponsoring the festival), and ran into a few people I know through Weta that were on different teams. Wellington is small and intense. The artists here have large ideas and large heads and there seem to be too many of them for such a small place. The excitement and the beer led to drunk Vanessa, and I took a cab over to Allen and Sarah's afterwards for Soprano Sunday, but it took awhile for the group to get me to shut up about the day's events. Finally Allen solved the mouth problem with some veal.

Less than 2 days to Sydney and seeing Francisco. This morning he kissed me goodbye and said, "See you tomorrow!" It's very funny, as long as you don't think about it too hard.