Yesterday was ANZAC day (Australia/New Zealand Army Corps) which is like one of the big national holidays in New Zealand to remember our war dead and celebrate their sacrifice and such-like. For a start the day is quite significant to me personally, but being in active service, ANZAC day is extra special.
But whoa damn, did I have an absolutely fantastic day! I skipped the dawn service, but went to my designated RSA (Returned Serviceman's Association) at 0900h for the parade at 1030h. That finished up when no less than the Prime Minister turned up and gave a speech and then came around to have a chat to us all. Once all the formalities were out of the way by about 1130h the party started. We even had Team Policing turn up (the branch of the police who deal with drunken idiots, breaking up fights, riots etc so they are all massive dudes) to drink with us, which was quite interesting. Plus it is awesome having a yarn to all the old boys and the veterans as well as the Army and Air Force cuzzies who were there.
I left Point Chevalier RSA at around 2pm with mates from other RSAs and we all went to Grey Lynn and hit it pretty hard. I danced with lots of old ladies and had a great time. Chatted with more vets. Danced with more old ladies. Then we hit town at about 8pm. Town started to kick off at about 10-11ish. Had some shots. I lost a whole bunch of my mates for a while, so I stumbled off and caught up with some other Navy fellas and we partied at the Waterfront and I pretty much got snatched off them by this chick. Danced with her for a while. She had to go home so said good bye. Then I ditched my Navy mates for a bit and went to Bungalow 8 where a bunch of Air Force dudes I met previously said they were going. That was fantastic. Never before have I felt like such a piece of meat surrounded by hungry animals. I felt kinda sorry for all the other guys in the place, because there were so many dudes in uniform that the civilian guys did not have a chance with any of the girls, hah. It was pretty extreme.
I met up with the rest of the crew later on and we merged with the Air Force crew from Bungalow 8 and partied until about 0400h. By that time there were 5 Navy and 3 Air Force left and town was dying town (Friday nights are not the best town nights), plus we were all very tired from being partying for such a long time. And yeah, after all that, the only phone number I got was from this random dude in his 50s who was very drunk dancing with everyone on the d-floor when he gave me his business card.
Faaaaaaark. Amazing night. I love the military. I spent way too much money!
Well, I have a lot of study to do so take care!

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