oh no not again

In 'World bar' in Queenstown, felt some dude spill what I assumed was his drink over my hair and t-shirt. Upon turning around, alas, I discovered he was holding in his hands not an empty glass but instead the contents of his stomach.

coda to this, the Brazilians I was with tried to explain later on to the English boys I was also with, when the English boys wanted to move onto another bar but their cracked out English explanation of "he's washing his t-shirt" didn't sink in and they left me behind.

Luckily met up almost straight away with a couple of other boys I'd met previously in Christchurch and again last night and drank with them instead.

I'd not remembered them at first when I met them yesterday, which made me feel bad as it was only about a week ago that I was in Christchurch.

That memory loss was topped off later on in the evening when I was wandering the streets alone to get some grease on the way home - had a chat with a fire juggler for a few minutes, then less than 300 seconds later again encountered him in the chippie to be greeting with "oh its you again", to which I replied "who the fuck are you?"

I wonder if my brain is just full or I've developed some syncookie-style "forget everyone instantly the first time unless they claim to know me already" memory. hmm.