Dear diary, everybody is mean to me at school and I keep having dreams in which I’m falling. Oh wait, no that’s some poor unfortunate bugger, I’m too awesome for that. The festive period has just wound up to an end, and what a time it was. Christmas Eve saw my first ever unclothed entry into the freezing lake Wakitipu before rocking out partying until the wee hours of Christmas morning. After waking up to the smiles of my lovely new housemates we opened up a plethora of presents that I was not expecting, the smiles only increasing as the festive spirit starting setting in. Chocolate. Glorious amounts of crunchie chocolate fell out of a variety of differently coloured wrapping paper, and new summer threads from my mum meant I had something good to wear for Christmas Day.
Next we headed up to the wonderful setting which would see out our Christmas lunch. The ladies of the party had been slaving over the food for hours the previous night and several that morning. As the barbeque was lit up I knew it was my cue to start helping out. The shirt came off under the hot southern hemisphere sun, and two hours of intense heat from the sky and the simmering plate in front of me ensued. After all the food was ready was the feast of all feasts. Every variety of food hit my tongue in a race to get down into my belly. Flavour after flavour assaulted my senses and merry banter flew about the table as I sunk deeper into contentment. My first Christmas away and I couldn’t have felt more at home. After the main course I pulled up a bed on the grass and slept away a few hours with insane full tummy dreams flashing in front of my eye lids.
My wakeup call was the clink of spoons and forks as desserts came pouring out the door onto the table. Another mad eating frenzy followed. Once that was done there was no room for alcohol, although I managed a few comfort beers that saw my eyelids drooping like never before. The party was coming to an end so I vacated my seat and went up to a friend’s house to enjoy the luxury of a hot tub under the stars. A couple more beers and my bed beckoned.
Thanks to the midnight curfew I had given myself on Christmas I was up raring to go the next day, boxing day. Blue skies greeted my pleased eyes, and I got up with a smile on my face. The plan of attack was Little Thailand, the rock jump into the lake. After visiting the house that hosted the wonderful Christmas feast and cleaning up a few dribs and drabs I grabbed a few mates and headed out towards Glenorchy. Pulling over at the top of the road we walked the precarious track down to the edge of the cliff that dropped 20 feet into the lake. The smell of sunscreen climbed through the warm sticky air and settled in my nostrils. A couple of beers accidentally spilt down my throat and soon we were laughing and jumping off the high cliffs into the gorgeous blue water. Soon the day wound to an end and it was back to work for a couple of days.
Then my birthday hit me like a tonne of bricks. A couple of drinks at the local pub saw six shots placed in front of me from my awesome new friends in the space of about forty minutes. The last thing I recall that night is kicking out the door of Brazz with a bottle of water clenched firmly in my hand and a wild thrill of excitement coursing through my veins. My shirt came off several times in several clubs, however I made it home in one piece and recovered the next day with the help of a blanket and several movies on T.V.
New Years a couple of days later saw the end to the busiest part of my year. Having my birthday smack bang between Chrissy and New Years really knocks you around. Unfortunately I was working on New Years Day which slowed my drinking down (a blessing for my mother no doubt). That day I was sober, working by myself fixing cars in the sweltering heat while half the world recovered from a brutal hangover.
Next we headed up to the wonderful setting which would see out our Christmas lunch. The ladies of the party had been slaving over the food for hours the previous night and several that morning. As the barbeque was lit up I knew it was my cue to start helping out. The shirt came off under the hot southern hemisphere sun, and two hours of intense heat from the sky and the simmering plate in front of me ensued. After all the food was ready was the feast of all feasts. Every variety of food hit my tongue in a race to get down into my belly. Flavour after flavour assaulted my senses and merry banter flew about the table as I sunk deeper into contentment. My first Christmas away and I couldn’t have felt more at home. After the main course I pulled up a bed on the grass and slept away a few hours with insane full tummy dreams flashing in front of my eye lids.
My wakeup call was the clink of spoons and forks as desserts came pouring out the door onto the table. Another mad eating frenzy followed. Once that was done there was no room for alcohol, although I managed a few comfort beers that saw my eyelids drooping like never before. The party was coming to an end so I vacated my seat and went up to a friend’s house to enjoy the luxury of a hot tub under the stars. A couple more beers and my bed beckoned.
Thanks to the midnight curfew I had given myself on Christmas I was up raring to go the next day, boxing day. Blue skies greeted my pleased eyes, and I got up with a smile on my face. The plan of attack was Little Thailand, the rock jump into the lake. After visiting the house that hosted the wonderful Christmas feast and cleaning up a few dribs and drabs I grabbed a few mates and headed out towards Glenorchy. Pulling over at the top of the road we walked the precarious track down to the edge of the cliff that dropped 20 feet into the lake. The smell of sunscreen climbed through the warm sticky air and settled in my nostrils. A couple of beers accidentally spilt down my throat and soon we were laughing and jumping off the high cliffs into the gorgeous blue water. Soon the day wound to an end and it was back to work for a couple of days.
Then my birthday hit me like a tonne of bricks. A couple of drinks at the local pub saw six shots placed in front of me from my awesome new friends in the space of about forty minutes. The last thing I recall that night is kicking out the door of Brazz with a bottle of water clenched firmly in my hand and a wild thrill of excitement coursing through my veins. My shirt came off several times in several clubs, however I made it home in one piece and recovered the next day with the help of a blanket and several movies on T.V.
New Years a couple of days later saw the end to the busiest part of my year. Having my birthday smack bang between Chrissy and New Years really knocks you around. Unfortunately I was working on New Years Day which slowed my drinking down (a blessing for my mother no doubt). That day I was sober, working by myself fixing cars in the sweltering heat while half the world recovered from a brutal hangover.
Since then things have been quiet, I did an extra day at work during the week which saw me drive to Dunedin and dropped off a car to a client. The first time I’d left Queenstown in a while, and once I arrived in Dunedin I could not wait to get home. Queenstown, my home and it feels amazing.
