The ozone hole may be getting bigger.....but so are our bank accounts

We have just celebrated our one month anniversary in Christchurch, and it is officially feeling like home. We all started our jobs, and have impressed the Kiwis with our University graduate skills, and are on the path to total takeover of both Dux de Lux and the Flying Burrito Brothers.

Maggie's home away from home, working in the dungeon, aka the stairwell under the kitchen, and pumping out rolled cutlery. It is rumored she can do 200 rolls an hour.

Nick serving up pints of beer for meager tips, thanks NZ. But getting the much needed practice for the NZ bartender competition- we have high hopes.


X dishing out salads and seafood, and getting a calf workout, as she stands on her tiptoes to reach the counter and the customers, thanks Mom and Dad.
The Yoloers first workers comp case in the making, thanks to the flaming fajitas and Maggie's waitressing skills. Caitlin can kiss her dreams of a short sleeved wedding dress goodbye, but on the bright side, she now qualifies for membership into the kitchen staff burn club.

We've completed our acclamation to NZ life, we have the home, the job, and we also celebrated our first non U.S. holiday- Guy Fawke's Day! Guy Fawkes Day is an excuse to get drunk and set off fireworks in celebration of some dude attempting to blow up the British Parliament 400 years ago. Yes, NZ is this awesome. Due to our sparkling personalities, we have made friends at work, one of which decided to take us to the best fireworks viewing spot.

The spectactular view over Christchurch




But to get there was quite a feat- as X almost plunged to her death



Just our luck, as the fireworks ended the wind storm picked up and we were almost blown off the mountain (the guy in the middle is our friend Andy). Getting down proved to be a death defying journey- but we all made it down, safe and sound.

Yoloers in Motion!

That's right, we're gone 21st century on your ass. Here in all of its glory is a video clip of us training it to our new home Christchurch. This should hold you all over with a small Yolo-fix till next time.

Christchurch Cribs: Yoloers' Mansion

Welcome to 280 Bealey Street. We hoped you enjoyed walking on Manchester Street past the prostitutes. Perhaps you saw Trixie, our favorite knee-high boot and short skirt trannie that we converse with as we walk home from a long day at work.

Knock, knock! Hello? Who's there?!?












Oh, it's Nick! Welcome home! I'll buzz you in.

Welcome to our front patio, where we sun bath on display for our entire apartment complex. Notice the shopping cart Christine's in. You'll find many ways to get around Christchuch on a late inebriated night. There is no penalty for drunk "trolleying" (eg kiwi speak for shopping carts).

In the Yoloer's Mansion, drinking ALWAYS comes first before eating in our kitchen.







Maggie, our resident chef, is always whipping up something fantastic. From pumpkin "spaghetti o's" couscous to veggie fried rice and everyone's favorite wheat biscuit, WHEET-BIX. Some may say it tastes like cardboard, but some say it takes like heaven (esp in soup, milk, peanut butter, nutella ).






When not soaking in the Ozone or exploring the city streets, we enjoy relaxing in our luxurious family room. Some prefer to read, others prefer to steal internet, and there are still some that enjoy the six quality free channels we receive. 1: The German News Station, broadcasted from Berlin but yet in an American accent and for some reason, played in New Zealand 2 & 3: TV Shows that never made it big in the US but Kiwis cant get enough of, for example: Married the Kelley's, Playin' it Straight, & Strip Search, while the quality TV they play is often 4 years old (eg Days of Our Lives) 4: Our FAV! C4 which plays music videos nonstop until midnight when it changes into a porn order channel, we could probably recap the entire weeks top 40 if you asked us. 5,6,7: Ones fuzzy, one's in Maori and the other, well it doesnt even compare to C4.



Our beautiful bedrooms, which serve no other use for us besides sleeping with our favorite bedmates and storing our clothes.




















Our back patio, yes, we have a front patio AND a back patio. We=the shit























Our complex also comes with a state of the art gym. (One bicycle, one eliptical, and one weight machine that does 4 different exercises) After sweating bullets, the Yoloers cool off in the swimming pool... the never-ending swimming pool (photo to come, we're not lying, we swear)






We hope you have enjoyed your sneak peek into the lives of these four elusive characters that we call the Yoloers. Stay tuned for a walking tour of Christchurch and our jobs... perhaps you will meet Trixie if you havent already *wink wink*