And the winner is: Maja. Even though she pretended to be her dad, and tried to start rumors about me which are mostly unfounded. That's how fair the process was; I asked the cat and she chose without fear or favour.
Tomorrow I will drive to Wellington for these shows I mentioned. People who aren't from New Zealand may not be aware that that's actually a fair way away, even though our country is just a pair of islands in the middle of a large ocean full of sharks. The island thing can be confusing for people, I think. Once upon a time I had a job selling liquor and cigarillos to Americans off the cruise ships, and middle-aged rich people would ask me things like 'is there a Hard Rock Cafe on the island, sweetheart?' It took me a while before I figured out that the island they were talking about was the North Island, which is not usually thought of as an island in the sunny South Pacific atoll sense. I didn't know the answer, so I would alternate between yes and no depending on how much I felt like making up directions that day. For all I know, there are to this day Americans in places like Dargaville or Fielding looking for this elusive cafe. I wish them luck.