Friends

Toward the end of last year, I got an email from a friend of Jordan O'Jordan's, saying that he'd be travelling to New Zealand and was wanting to hang out. I said yes, and it turns out that Michael is a really great guy. It's been fun spending time with him, and we share a lot of the same interests. It's also got me thinking about a couple of things. One: friends of really nice people are usually really nice themselves. It's obviously quite a cliche that 'any friend of ... is a friend of mine...', but it seems to hold true in almost every occasion. (Plus, people who travel the world are usually very easy going).
And Two: the people I live with are great. I've been working a lot over the last few weeks (and had to head straight there after grabbing Michael from the airport), but I know that my flatmates are so accommodating that everything would be fine. I'm lucky to have such a good group of people in my life. And I guess One and Two combine rather nicely.
So, as mentioned, we have shared interests, and spent an evening pasting. Michael took a picture of my hand, traced it, and did a bunch of editing magic. We then got a whole bunch printed, and walked about sticking them up