Kiwi's In LA Dinner

I headed down to Myles and Ashley’s place at Manhattan Beach where I was going to crash for the night since we were all going to the Kiwi’s in LA dinner at the Consulate General’s house in Brentwood. A pretty exclusive part of town. Before we got down there I played touch rugby with Myles and some South Africans. It was good but after an hour and a half I was stuffed. I felt it for days after. I have not run for ages but at least I now know that the knee was fine. It is confirmed the only thing that brings on the chronic knee pain is walking downhill.

Anyway it was a good night with all booze and some good Kiwi tucker included (I have since learnt that Americans have no idea of the concept of the word ‘tucker’). They auctioned off some flights to NZ for charity. The highlight would have been the 2 large lambs which had been on a spit roast for 6 hours. They were real good. Flown in specially from NZ. The other highlight other than mini pavs and trifle and of course the 42 Below Vodka. :-)



After the party Myles and I checked out some of his local pubs in Manhattan beach before arising the next morning to hit up some breakfast at a great wee spot I can’t remember the name of before driving around Palos Verdes. This is a very expensive area with a huge Country club and where every car was a BMW, Merc or Porsche. We did feel the part in Ashley’s ML350. I think I would have been chased away by soccer mums in new Range Rovers and Escalades had we gone in my Camry.