You must be doing something right if there is a mature student at the party, so first things first, congratulations. Your life is moving in the right direction. Mature students, as a rule, are somewhere else having way better parties than you can even imagine because they have reached...
Picture yourself somewhere in the first half of a Saturday. The climate outside is ideal with cloud to sun ratio bordering on perfection. It’s hot but not too hot, a rather flirty breeze has made sure the pits stay mostly fresh. It would seem the natural world has come...
When it comes to being Māori, we can have it pretty tough when we’re the only one in a room full of Karens and Keiths. But all of that changes when showing up at a party, like when you walked into school and saw Harold the Giraffe was there,...
Granted, I’ve stopped fiending for that all elusive party of the week for many a week now, I still remember my first parties in the Land of the Long White Cloud. During my first few months in New Zealand, I found it difficult to understand the Kiwi accent, add...
Let’s start this by reminding you that you’re not the only person at the party. I’m not giving you tips to overcome a deep psychosis – take this thought a little less literally, because yes, we know the fact that you’re “at a party” means that obviously, you’re not...
For the young student, brimming with new ideas and a thirst for knowledge, a flat party can offer a tantalising opportunity to exchange ideas with others in the sacred marketplace of ideas. To help you get the most out of such an opportunity, I’ve been asked to put together...
Hearing the term “Chuck us a vorteke” may drum up excitement within most social circles, but something about the limp wrist makes it difficult to slam an entire bottle of piss. That’s not to say that those that listen to ‘Sweater Weather’ or Girl in Red aren’t entirely capable...
It’s 9pm on a Saturday night. You’ve just arrived at a mate of a mate’s poorly insulated, weatherboard flat on May street. You’re standing in your dirty Old Skool Vans on a threadbare carpet peppered with questionable stains, waiting for your turn on the beer pong table in search...
Those who spent the summertime festival hopping and generally rarking up will know all about this. All anyone could talk about was bath salts—bath salts this, bath salts that, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Every single person had a shit yarn about bath salts or knew someone with said shit yarn....
Listen, we all know one of these battlers. Someone either way too straight-edge through school or someone who has been running it straight since Year 11 and hasn’t slowed down one bit. If you’ve ever hosted a party or even just been to one before, you’ve no doubt bumped...
