Mar. 4, 2009
Auckland
Back in the sizzle, trying to sell my rizzle...like every one else. When I bought the car, the exchange was .68; today it is .48 -- i.e., I got hosed.
Oddly, I've been able to keep track of the US economy simply by looking at the exchange rate. When the US markets go down, the NZ dollar exchange rate improves. Thus, without looking at the news, I could tell that Monday was a bad day for the US markets b/c the exchange improved from .52 on Friday to .48 today. It has gottten ridiculously cheap here -- good meals for $5 or less, OTD (no tax or gratuity).
I take back any comments I may have made previously about girls in NZ. Now that its the end of the summer and it's hot out, Auckland seems to me -- having been in the stix for so long -- like a teeming beehive of pretty girls. My hormones, after months remission, went berserk today. Why don't the girls hang out at Cape Turnagain {sigh}?
As I walk the streets, I instinctively feel the loose smile of the past few months turn to a furrowed brow, my "mug on mean". I stand taller, move with determination, send out the vibe that I know exactly what I am doing and you probably don't want to fuck with me. Commerce, traffic, diversity, noise, sirens, girls, fashion, pageantry, eye hockey, suits, low-lifes, drunks, tourons. This is my native environment. It's like I'm already home.
2 comments:
Speaking of home, I better watch out... your ad copy skills could give me a run for my big-mouthed money. :P
So what became of Rose at the end of the road??
I told you to pipe down, woman! ha ha. you got the skillz; I'm just another white man caught up in the mixz. big upz to sactizzle!
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