My mom loves to plan. She also loves to talk about plans and then confirm that said plans are okay with everyone involved. My two, and very important, cents about our Queenstown trip was that we carve out time to go up to the Skyline Gondola and luge.
My opinion, and I felt strongly about it, was that we splurge on the gondola ticket + 5 luge rides (the most you can get). My family looked at me bewildered like, “What’s a luge again”? That’s when I threw my phone across the room, called them freaks and, in a fit of rage, ran to my room which I share with my husband.
There is something about luging that brings out the 15 year-old me. It’s just so much goddamn fun! I was fidgety all the way up the mountain in our gondola, not from fear but from excitement. As soon as the double doors opened I sprinted into the gift shop. The I [red heart] luge shirts that I had regretted not buying on my last visit were still there. So I grabbed two small sizes and asked my sister if she would do the honor of matching with me.
From that moment on we held hands, skipped up and down the racetrack, took too many selfies that were never used and practiced terrible sportsmanship. Well, not me because I totally kicked her butt down the fast and slow track, but my sister had a hard time coming to terms with that.