Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Comedown

Oh this is awkward. The last time I had a yarn on here was six weeks ago. No one likes awkward silences, they're almost as bad as awkward handshakes...but not quite. Blame the Rugby World Cup. I've been drowning in a sea of car flags, face paint, patriotism and well, wine to be frank.

So we won. That's nice, bloody nice. But now what? You could almost hear a collective sigh as the excitement of the win wore off and we all trudged back to the office on Tuesday. It's like the entire city of Auckland is coming down off an epic high.

Take Friday afternoon at my workplace. As we happen to have a bar on our floor (which never gets old if you were wondering), usually the final working hours of the week are dominated by the sound of bottles clinking and chat, everyone pretending we don't have that much to do and putting real work off until Monday.

This Friday was a different story. The clacking of fingers on keyboards filled the air well into the afternoon and the jukebox pouted from lack of attention. Doesn't bear thinking about what it would have been like if we had lost!

The words 'detox' and 'diet' have all been bandied around the office this week as people start to listen to their livers screaming for a cuppa tea and a lie down. Bank balances have also taken a beating which is why the only spending I'm doing this weekend is time on the couch.

The world cup gave us all an excuse to get loose and now we're left nursing our wounds and pointing the finger. I've heard a lot of “I would have done [insert work assignment, health goal and/or general life obligation] but you know with the world cup and all....” This is generally followed by a nod of acknowledgment as the listener recalls what they haven't got around to for the past six weeks.

Unfortunately for around 15,000 crazy people (including my man) the Auckland marathon took place this morning. Judging by the amount of people in Auckland city last weekend (EVERYONE) I can imagine that there will be some sorry people on that track today. Putting off cleaning the BBQ is one thing but putting off training for a blimmin marathon...let's just say I'd rather eat the mouldy sausages.

What I'm struggling with is this overwhelming feeling of what's next. What else can I possibly use to justify putting off real life for a bit? Maybe we should just call it the Silly Season already. If anyone questions it, blame Countdown for selling advent calendars in October.

I guess there's always an excuse for getting rowdy but I sure will miss using the Rugby World Cup as mine. Here's to a great six weeks and ofcourse, the boys in black.