So. Went for a pootle on Saturday morning. Got back just in time to receive a text from a girl who's gn250 won't start. Get to her place and had it running in 15 minutes (fouled spark plug + drained battery). That night we go to a 1920's themed birthday party, fast forward few hours later and I'm walking down Ponsonby Rd with her on my back, when who do we bump into? Psycho ex from yesteryear who gave me grief beyond belief whilst dating.
Grief repaid? I hope so.
Woke up on Sunday with only vague ideas as to what part of Auckland I was in, until I spotted the GN outside.
Now I just have to find A) my wallet, and B) my cell phone, and I don't think the weekend could have gone any better.
Anyone else have a good weekend? Stories required.
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