Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Prebbleton, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m cruising down the main drag, which is, like, the only main drag here—Prebbleton’s got that small-town vibe, ya know? I’m on Springs Rd, and I’m jamming to my tunes, feeling all artsy and inspired. Then BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, a legit crater. My coffee goes flying, and I’m cursing like a sailor. “Great start, genius!” I mutter to myself.
So, I finally get to my studio on the corner of Waimakariri and Selwyn St. I’m pumped to work on this new project—something about blending local culture with modern art. But then, I realize I left my sketchbook at home. Ugh! Classic me. I’m like, “What’s the point of being an Art Director if I can’t even remember my own stuff?”
I decide to take a walk to clear my head. I stroll down to the Prebbleton Domain. It’s this beautiful park, right? I’m thinking, “This’ll help.” But no! There’s a bunch of kids playing footy, and they’re LOUD. I mean, I love kids, but come on! I’m trying to find my zen here.
Then, outta nowhere, I see this old dude feeding ducks. I’m talking about the kind of guy who’s seen it all. He looks at me and says, “You know, art is like these ducks. It’s messy, but it’s beautiful.” I’m like, “Dude, you’re deep.” I snap a pic of him and the ducks. Maybe I’ll use it for inspiration.
After that, I head back to the studio, and guess what? My intern, bless their heart, is trying to fix my computer. It’s like watching a toddler with a Rubik’s cube. I’m just standing there, watching the chaos unfold. “You got this!” I cheer, but inside, I’m dying.
Finally, the computer’s up and running. I dive into my project, and it’s flowing. I’m vibing with the colors, the shapes, everything. Then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from Christchurch. He’s like, “Let’s hit the pub later!” I’m thinking, “Yes! I need a drink after this day.”
But then, I remember—there’s a storm warning. Seriously? In Prebbleton? I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” I check the weather, and it’s all doom and gloom. I’m torn. Do I go out and risk getting soaked, or do I stay in and finish this project?
I decide to go out. I mean, life’s too short, right? I hit up the local pub on the corner of Prebbleton Rd. It’s packed, but I squeeze in. I order a pint and just chill. The vibe is good, people are laughing, and I’m finally relaxing.
Then, out of nowhere, the power goes out. Like, what? The whole place goes dark. People are freaking out, but I’m just sitting there, laughing. “This is just like my day!” I shout. Everyone starts cracking up.
After a bit, the lights come back on, and the bartender hands me a free drink. Score! I’m feeling good, chatting with locals, and sharing stories. Prebbleton’s got this charm, ya know? It’s small, but the people are awesome.
As the night winds down, I’m walking home, and I can’t help but smile. Yeah, today was a rollercoaster. But it’s days like this that remind me why I love being an Art Director in Prebbleton. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, but it’s real. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, here’s to more crazy days in this little slice of paradise! Cheers!