It's coming up sevens weekend in Wellington, which can mean only one thing: time to get inebriated and enjoy the abbreviated form of the national game.
The giant alcohol-fuelled costume party that is the Wellington sevens seems to be a rite of passage for every young New Zealander.
But there is the sense over the past couple of years that it has moved beyond the point of people just having a good time. The tournament has become an ugly advertisement for everything that is wrong with New Zealand's drinking culture.
Anyone who has been to the Wellington tournament will have stories of highly intoxicated men and women passed out in and around the stadium, the concourse awash with vomit, the drunken louts who attempt to demonstrate that they can tackle harder than the players on the field. I have a friend who tells a story of going to the toilet only to find Donald Duck getting amorous with Daisy Duck. It's certainly not an atmosphere you'd want to bring young Huey, Dewey and Louie into.
The IRB is said to have been highly unimpressed with the behaviour of the crowd last year, with media stories of arrests, alcohol-related injuries, and upset patrons overshadowing action on the field.