Don’t you hate it when you discover you’ve been singing the wrong lyrics for years?
ManFriend and I went to New Zealand. To a tiny place – it didn’t even have a corner store – called Tongaporutu, to stay with K and her cousins and parents and people they’ve been holidaying with since forever. I’d never met them before but felt like I knew them because she’d told me so many stories. There was just a small two-room shack (sorry, bach) and then 12-15 people in tents around it.
It was fabulous. But, talk about taking me out of my comfort zone.
The first rule: if it’s yellow, let it mellow. There was just a small tank of water for all of us, so you could only flush poos. Now, I flush with the lid down so that little wee and poo particles don’t get into the air and don’t get me started on people who leave their toothbrushes out for the wee and poo particles to land on. So people who know me will be shocked to discover that I was ok with this. Pit toilets don’t bother me because they are what they are, but not flushing a flushing toilet, and having to wee on lots of other wees, that’s (normally) just a bit too gross. But it didn’t bother me at all.
No showers either. Just a swim in the river twice a day.
Then, for NYE we went to Detonate in a paddock at Urenui. Explosions! Bands! More explosions! Helicopters! Prickles! Filthy port-a-loos! Dried cow shit! Last year’s wrist bands!
(And no, ManFriend’s wrist isn’t this odd. It’s just a very strange angle.)
On the 2nd, like all good Outrageous Fortune fans, we drove up to the Coromandel. Didn’t see Munter’s mum though. On the way I’m sure we went past a building called Cumtown Hall, but I am sooo not Googling Cumtown.
The title of this post? It turns out that the chorus to a song on a mix a friend made for us (sorry, I don’t know what it’s called) is really “when you’re lonely / just ’cause, just ’cause”. This whole time I’ve been singing “when you love me / discos, discos” and thought that describing the feeling of being loved as like being in a disco was great. Reckon the rest of the lyrics – “we were drawn together by an understanding of each other’s tragedy / you had eyes for him I had eyes for her we had eyes we couldn’t see” – should have given the story away.
Which, finally, brings me back to K. She promised there’d be fish. That there’s a neighbour who is only allowed to go fishing each day if he eats everything he catches, so he gives them most of his catch on the way home. But nooooooo. It was clearly all a lie to get us there. She is so going to pay.
Oh, and my eye after a computer-free week? It’s still twitching.