Mighty Good Times
This newbie member of the Wellingtonista was beaten to punch when it came to reporting on the glad-wrapping record attempt at the Mighty Mighty. However I thought I would add my two cents worth about the night and the overall friendliness of the Mighty Mighty for the female solo traveler.
First off, why was I heading into the night to be mummified in the first place? Well sometimes you have the kind of week where you wish that someone would render you mostly immobile by glad-wrapping your arms to the side of your body. While this does present technical difficulties when it comes to drinking beer, it does keep your hands off the keyboard for awhile! The experience reminded me somewhat of Tokyo morning rush hour trains, the term “sushi zume” packed like sushi seemed pretty apt as the final circular wrap was made around 41(?) people. The chances of being groped were about the same (you might be surprised how creative some people can be even with their hands firmly wrapped to themselves) but there were fewer suits and more hippies and smiles on this love train. Oh and free jagermeister.
This little piece of mid-week absurdity was bought to us in association with the spectacular Welly-based arts magazine White Fungus who, as it happens, published a great article about Rua Kenana just before all this shizzy kicked off in the Ureweras. How prescient indeed, you should check it out. While this event is now over and and all you can do is look longingly at the photos of this plastic love in, there will be a follow up event. Apparently, afterwards the cling film is being melted into a statue of Roy Orbison to commemorate the event. Something to look forward to. Any the how, I do rate the Mighty Mighty as an institution. You can get Sassy Red on tap, the music is consistently good, and it is nice and dark with lots of apple green and velvety red. As a newcomer to Wellington I especially like it. Reason being that even if I have lost who I came with (or am the last woman standing) the good people of Wellington can be relied upon to extend the hand of friendship. So far all that has been necessary is a bag of lollies and a camera. May I recommend some spots? Firstly, if you are not a smoker maybe you should start. The outdoor smoking area at Mighty Mighty is unofficially the friendliest place in Wellington. I personally met the most outstanding man in Wellington there. I can vouch for it.
Secondly if you are not a woman, bummer for you because Mighty Mighty has the friendliest, least bitchy toilet ever. Even all the graffiti is loved up. Possibly some of the women of Wellington are too unguarded in the bathrooms because some of them allowed me to take their portraits in the bathroom, in the early hours….(if this is you and in the cold light of day do not remember agreeing to let me put this on the net, contact me and I will take it down quick smart like).