It's all in the hips, it's all in the hips

Today Cammy and I went to the driving range, his place of employment. I don't know how well you know me, so you may or may not find this surprising, but this is the first time I've actually hit a golf ball. I'm not counting putt-putt obviously, although I consistently outplay Smother. But if you've ever seen her on the castle drawbridge, you'd know that's not a feat.

Fortuna spun the wheel of fate, and we stumbled upon the perfect Dinonysus club, so he got to come too. Too bad he sucks at golf and spent more time in the sand than David Hasselhoff.

When we got home last night we found Choi passed out on the couch. He'd been drinking and locked himself out of his room. Video to be posted someday when I have unlimited internet!

Making a home from a rented house

So Cakes and I have lucked out majorly with the living situation, present and future.

As of right now, we still live in the awesome house. Johnny, our resident Ferg Burger employee, took off for Thailand the other day and we had a most excellent BBQ in the backyard to send him off. The view from our A-frame is striking, I wish the picture could really show the full lake/mountain panorama. In the picture you'll recognize your favorites, then we have Brett in the cast, Johnny in the mank, Rhiannon in red and Choi peeking out behind me.

Choi is a Korean version of Tyler Watson, thus I love him:

In a few weeks we are moving to the heart of Queenstown to become live-in staff at Brett's hostel, as if Cam wasn't already a cheap-n-easy kind of girl, we'll now have a significantly less expensive accomodation.

Oh yes, and dryers aren't common here so you line dry everything, which at moment I feel to be quaint. Perhaps in a few months I'll feel differently...

For Tyler, Forever Ago

I've gotten really tall.
(Puzzle World in Wanaka, a Cammy delight)

So, via Cameron (who has been spilling everyone's secrets as of late) I hear that Tyler is not satisfied with my blog.

How many times must I apologize? I'm sorry times 6.022 to the 23rd power! I'll try to be better...

Here's the poo, take a big whif:

(anyone know that movie reference?)

Cameron and I are established, productive citizens of Queenstown, NZ. We live in a glorified boarding house with a crazy landlord. Our housemates are as follows: Bret, a talkative Australian in his 30's on the verge of opening a hostel in town. He lives in a room with Choy, a South Korean who wears Buddy Holly glasses and vacuums at a local high school. Choy and Bret like to bake chocolate cakes and pizzas, they're a funny friendship. There's also a couple, Rhiannon from Wales (yeah, cool name) and Hayden, the only Kiwi of the house. There's 3 girls downstairs, and a Welsh boy named Johnny, he wears a New Moon hat sometimes.

Cakes is working at a golf course, proshopping and shagging balls and playing in his spare time. as for me, I've gone back to my roots for the moment, I'm lifeguarding at a very, very nice pool. I love the CCoC, it was great and all, but this pool has slides and a lazy river, so I'm most excited. I am in talks with more exciting jobs (bungy company!) but they're not hiring until December, so for now it's good to get the bills paid.

The night life is great in Queenstown, and Fergburger- allegedly the best burger in NZ, if not the world* is open all night and there's tons of live music and fun promotions. BUT, I've noticed a gaping void in my heart, you know, the one where karaoke usually sits. So I am scouting locations, I know it must exist somewhere.

*I am not sold, I think I've watched too much Man vs. Food to be impressed with the size of the patties and variety of choices which usually astounds the common customer. I am not sure if this is grounds for shame or pride, but I'm leaning towards shame...

In the downtime, Cameron and I went to Milford Sound with Tiny. Amazing views, we got to drink water from a glacier and saw wild dolphins cruising through chilly waters. Smother requested a picture of Tiny, and just to be rebellious, I've included a hybrid of Tiny and Smother, I hope it's to your enjoyment.

Halloween is coming up, and our neighborhood is hosting a party. But I don't have a costume yet! My brain is working overtime and me thinks I am going to knit one, so stay posted.

In closing, a picture of a beautiful mountain:

I have tons of photos like this, because New Zealand is one big beautiful mountain range, kind of.

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Something wicked this way comes...

Wicked AWESOME that is. And that something is summer. The sun has come out to play, and thus Cammy and I went to Frolf with our new friend, Tiny. He's a cool 7 feet tall with a booming British voice; yes the Hagrid jokes have been thrown.

But here's my point, internet is scarce here and limited and it costs mucho money, to my dismay. So for the moment I'll tell you, my loyal readers, this: Cakes and I have taken up residence in Queenstown at the most spectacular little A-frame on a quaint little dirt road with fun, young neighbors who made a Canadian thanksgiving dinner last night. Can you tell how wonderful it all is?

Job interviews are in full swing, we're on the verge of employment, I can feel it.

Also, I owe a post about where we've been, which is everywhere.

So stay posted...