One thing has been consistent throughout my life. I never dress sexy for dress-up parties. This is not intentional and generally I arrive at said party, surrounded by all the sexy bunnies and kittens and question my life choice. Happens every…single…time.

This weekend was no exception.

One of my oldest and dearest friends Brodie was having a birthday party and her guests had to come as something starting with the letter B.

We discussed it the weekend before and I swore that this time I would go as something hot. A beer wench. Maybe a butterfly.

However, I was scrolling through costumes online and up popped the banana (ah hmm). It made my heart do a little skip of happiness in my chest. Before I knew it my credit card was out and the banana was forever mine.


The night got off to a cracking start when the Uber driver said…

“Nice dress! I don’t allow penguins in my car though.”

“Ummm…well it’s a good job I’m a banana…”

He asked if I was going out on the town dressed this way, to which my answer was an absolute NO.

Fast forward a few hours and there is a drunk banana dancing in a bar on Ponsonby Road, surrounded by all the cool kids….

But oh what a night. I think as far as questionable life choices go, this wasn’t one of them. The banana was a winner.

Right, I better split. I’m a touch bruised today. So, I’m going to peel back the covers and take a nap. But thanks a bunch for stopping by.

Ok, enough now.

Much love xx


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Hi, I’m Katie. I am a kiwi neuroscientist with a love for consuming and creating content. This site is where I share my personal thoughts and the thoughts of incredible minds from around the world. PhD in Neuroscience, University of Otago.

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