Passport De-virginized

You never forget your first time... the anticipation, the nervousness, not knowing what to do or where to go, the butterflies... and then I realized I was in customs in New Zealand handing over my passport for it's very first stamp. My first stamp!!!

That was at 5:15am NZ time... I quickly found a cabbie who even though he was speaking English I had NO friggin clue what he said and I'm sure he thinks I'm half-retarded. He kept telling me not to get drunk and party too much, which means he was either just looking out for me or I gave him the impression that that's my status quo- either way I was a littel offended and just nodded along... Until I looked at the cab fare and it was $90 bucks! Then I realized that's only like $45 US dollars (whew)

My hotel is called the Shakespeare Brewery and Hotel... that's right, I'm staying at a bar that has a little room for slot machines, a bar, and upstairs 10 suites that look like studio apartments... and here's the kicker... It's open 24 hours a day! They serve breakfast, lunch and dinner and all the local brew (which they brew in-house) and it's so cheap...

Of course, since I'm me, nothing can ever go smoothly without drama! My cell phone will not pick up a signal, and my wireless card does not work out here. Currrently I'm at a little internet cafe across the street...

I'll post pictures when I can figure out how to upload them! Here's where my lack of technology skills are coming back to bite me...

Layover

If my next flight is anything like the last I'm parachuting out over Hawaii for a vacation from my "vacation". I sat next to a three year old who didn't stay still the whole flight and kept crying "But mommmmy I wanna go home NOW" thank God I purchased ear plugs they definitely came in handy!

My flight to Auckland doesn't leave until 5:55pm so I made my way through the sea of Japanese tourists whose only knowledge of the English language is "Sorry... sorry!" and found a bar to cozy on up to and conduct my favorite activity while I'm traveling- People Watching.

There's the dude that just saddled up two seats down from me who looks like Crocodile Dundee went on a bender and still thinks it's Saturday night... the typical LA chics with their bleached blonde hair, black roots, spray tan, and Gucci bags (and really shiny lipgloss) running into the arms of their equally spray-tanned roided up boyfriends/sugar daddies... and lest we forget the dude that has "Kiddie Toucher" written all over him.

This should be fun!

Here I Go!!!

Whew... I made it to the first leg of my trip, Logan Airport. It's already been quite some drama just to get to this point- please someone remind me to send Citizens Bank some serious hate mail when I get back! Some of you know what I'm referring too...

So here I sit at the gate, hoping everything goes smoothly. I'm a little nervous but excited at the same time...

I'll talk to you guys soon they started boarding!!!!