Groundhog Day

The reason I have not updated my blog in a while is because I thought it would be quite boring and pointless to write an entry based on the boring life I have been living the past couple of months. Even though I use this website to give people at home an accurate and honest account of the life of a backpacker, my life, I just couldn't bring myself to put down in words how monotonous that life has become. Work, sleep, eat, work, sleep, eat....boring boring boring.

So, for material and for the entertainment of you, the reader, I GOT DRUNK!!!!!! Really drunk!!! Call it research.

For almost two months now I have been a well behaved, penny pinching, sober, boring auld fart! It wasn't entirely because I wanted to be, on the sly I quite liked the good health aspect , but it was mostly because the minimum wage in N.Z is shite (excuse the french) and does not cover the cost of living and by no means covers the cost of drinking or having any kind of fun. Focused by the thought of future travels and actually having spending money I was determined to save a few coppers. A strict diet of noodles, pasta, no beer and a healthy dose of no fun left me at the end of last week with the grand total of a few hundred dollars! Between rent, food and other unavoidable expenses I wasn't managing to save more than a hundred dollars or so per week. After another hefty cough up of rent my heart broke, as did my will power and I decided that having the week that was in it( The Police reunion concert in Wellington which I bought tickets for about 3 months ago) I redirected my focus on spending all my weeks wages at once.

Tuesday/ pay day came and I got the new challenge off to a flying start by celebrating my heritage on what I like to call "Murphy's Stout Day". After about 6 or 7 pints of Murphys I wobbled in the door in the wee hours.

The day after, which I just call "Dominiques 21st day" was more than enough reason to go out on a bender and was delighted that my constitution and tolerance level was not as low as I had thought after the crippling drought, as I only again wobbled in the door at 6 am that morning too.
Some people prefer to have a low tolerance level, "it's cheaper to get drunk". I disagree. As an Irish person I am meant to be able to drink much much beer and when I am not up to properly representing my country it always causes trouble, as I will ALWAYS give it my best shot. Some people call this stupid, I say patriotic.

The next day I got an early start with some folke from work as we were all going to the concert. Drunk before the gig...sober during...drunk after. Now that was expensive! And I will admit that to say that I missed the door that morning is probably more accurate but again it was about 6am.

The next day I call " unplanned car crash". This is the final installment of this interesting chapter of my life in Wellington. It is always the nights that one says " aw, just the 1 tonight lads" are the nights that one looks back and cringes at the memory or in my case, is still looking for the memory. This also may cause cringing. I think it was either the fact that I had probably replaced 50% of my body water levels with booze at this stage (Friday) or that I had myself fooled that I was always just having "the one", even though I was actually on "the 8th" which led to the nights un lady like activities. I don't mean "activities", nothing ridiculous but lets just say I took my Irish responsibilities to the extreme, maybe even the unnecessary extreme and could say that I completed missed the door that night. And by door I mean neighbourhood.

But don't worry! I am not a complete right off and have seen the error of my ways. The last two hungover days have been filled with drunk persons remorse and I dreaded coming into work today to find out who had been struck by my foot in mouth comments that night and now never wanted to talk to me again. I have it on good authority that I was a Muppet that night and have paid my price through inner turmoil ( and heartburn). Thankfully my friends have been more forgiving that my conscience and are happy to shake off my behaviour with an "ah, whatever dude, you were drunk" passing comment.

So after the expensive (financially and physically) week of research I have concluded that drinking is GREAT and I LOVE IT!!!!.........but perhaps it should not be done all at once, even for the sake of journalism.

I will yet again now go back to my boring, groundhog day life of saving money, only eating carbs and not drinking anything! Well, I will drink water but I was referring to actual drinking, naturally.

Sobriety, here I come.... Tomorrow.