ACT on Campus Party

All week I stayed at the lovely "1801" at the Bolton Hotel in Wellington. I will post more about this suite later when I get over crying having to leave it. If you were an MP and your Parliamentary allowance could cover it, I see no reason at all to leave either it or Wellington for that matter.

Last night I hosted at various times between 30 and 40 "younger" ACT members in it for some drinks.

Contrary to public opinion this is the first party I have ever thrown. I see no point in messing your own place when you can take everyone out to a bar, trash their joint and pick up the tab and leave when you wish. All these things you cannot do when it is your home.

I've never consumed beer before in more than a quarter can and I know stuff all about wine. I know even less about spirits other than vodka. As Nikki "one can" Kaye was in Auckland for the week, I had to turn to David Farrar for advice.

Now the irony is that David Farrar advised me on what to buy for the young people and he won a "host responsibility" Drink Savvy party. As Busted Blonde and I sat listening to Commie Radio The Panel, Farrar was spouting to Jim Mora about winning this bloody prize. It was driving us both to drink more in between the spluttering and gasping for the hypocrisy necklace.

Next time Mora should question Farrar as to this particular night at 1801 and ask him why the food to alcohol ratio was around 1 pizza to 45 alcohol units. Food to me comes from the chef in the kitchen hence I had no bloody idea how much of it to buy at New World. It appears neither does Mr Drink Savvy winner.

Alcohol was ordered for Saturday night early in the week. By night one, "older" friends of mine had flattened most of the first lot of alcohol. By night two, the replacement was consumed. Glengarrys now had a standing order for delivering alcohol so hope they haven't counted me as a full time guest in their 2010/11 year profit estimations. I must say I've never noticed before how cheap beer and wine are or how quickly Glengarrys can have it right at your doorstep.

Hell you can fill most of a fridge with the price of a 6 pack of even a shit champagne like Moet.

So extrapolating the time and energy taken with the numbers of my week day drinking companions I refilled for the younger members Saturday night calculating if we started at 6pm we should be finished by 8.30pm latest.

That was a dramatic mis-calculation leading me to believe that indeed all my friends over 35 and myself drink a shitload of piss.

By 3am I had to round up the table of young girls and boys and boot them out. Being well behaved they left nothing for David Farrar to take home and promptly left with the small scraps of the third bottle of vodka. At 3.30am after a visitor from Hamilton and I had cleaned up the more visible damage, while Farrar watched, she finally assisted in removing him from the premises so I could get some shut-eye. Bless.

Needless to say I now hear rumours that the party itself seems to have singlehandedly ruined the Sunday meeting of ACT on Campus due to the amount of hangovers and sleep-ins around town.

Harden up.