7s Day 2.

Day 2 of the 7s started gingerly with people wandering in late looking frayed about the edges in both demeanor and costume . Cats without tails, smurfs whose blue paint had run, Mexicans whose hats had drooped.
My job to start with was to release other members of our team for coffee breaks. At first it was easy to move about the concourse but after a couple of hours it was as though a switch had been thrown . People poured in and began pouring beer through their systems . It was hard to move in any direction and the noise reached new decibels. All very happy it was though it would not be a good situation if panic set in for some reason. Getting out could be very difficult . I took my place at the bar then decided it was safer on the other side of the counter . The amount of alcohol allowed to be bought was reduced but the queues never diminished . The crowd stayed happy and good humoured thank goodness  but I was glad when the bars shut down and I could make my way home , ears ringing and clothes smelling like a brewery.
Wellington's biggest party over for another year .