So today I was thinking to myself, what's changed in the near three years I've been in Queenstown? The answer was simple.
Nothing. That's why I'm still here.
Shoulder season is just transitioning into a fully fledged, full grown, adult only summer. As per QT's usual form a bazillion people have left and a bazillion and one have arrived. I've made so many good new contacts/acquaintances/notches on my bedpost (the last one is obviously a lie), that I can't help but smile as I drive the van through town and see everybody chilling under the sun. Work's becoming harder and harder simply because my home life is becoming more and more fun, the contrast just makes a day's solid slog for minimal remuneration seem less appealing. But if we all loved work then the world wouldn't have any emo's, and a world without emo's sounds terrible to me. So I keep my head down and graft away.
My weekends have been jam packed with Smashton tailored activities lately. Golfing for ole Andy Mac's birthday was probably one of my favourite Saturday's in a month, and races on Sunday the 1st of December was incredible as I managed to win $230 up on the horses. Let's not forget my umpteenth trip to Little Thailand for a big old jump in to the freezing lake to eradicate a nasty old hangover. Subsequent to that was an afternoon spent at Moke Lake playing footy, throwing Frisbee's, swimming and generally just having the best hangover day I've ever had in my life.
Townsville, I know I change my mind more than a pregnant woman in an argument, but it looks like QT has pulled a Bangkok. Queenstown has him now.
So I'll see ya when I see ya, which better be when your sorry bums come visit. I'll host the panties offa ya.
ILML
