The Bay of Boredom
Friday night, I headed down with Kelly and Melanie to Rotorua - as a bar there, “Shampers” came up as the closest local gay bar to my current location. Again - not that I’m “easy” but it’s just something *different* to do at night.
But I headed down there and found that it was closed. Not just closed, but closed up. Which means the closest gay bars are officially in Auckland, two and a half hours away. We tried to make the best of it, but after hours in Rotorua is exactly the same as after hours in Tauranga. Maybe fewer people, even. So much for “Rotovegas” I’ve been hearing about.
Today was much the same, I got a kink in my back, so that ruled out going to the beach (I’ll go tomorrow if my back gets better - and I think it will). Kelly and I tried to fly kites in Memorial park, but it just wasn’t windy enough. We did some playing around on the playground though.
But mostly, weekends and evenings in Tauranga are boring as sin, and there’s not much I can do about that until I make some friends, and that means finding some sort of group I can join. Which is just hard. This isn’t where I need to be. I’ll power through, of course, but I really hope my project for work is a success, so I can have the option of moving to Wellington. Or who knows - I might move to Wellington for the summer months and back to Austin for Northern Hemisphere summer - kicking seasonal depression right in the butt.