Reminds me of a song by Brad Paisley about a guy making a choice between his wife or girlfriend and fishing. I think it was fishing that won out. Humorous song. My wife and I differed on which gambling poison we preferred. Of course mine was horses and hers was the bandits so we compromised from time to time and headed to Vegas where we both could indulge to our hearts content.
On another subject, I admire your courage in taking that long plane ride to Australia.
I'm usually ready for someone to shoot me after only a four hour flight to Vegas. Of Course, I realize that the planes that make those marathon trips like to Hawaii and Australia are probably much more comfortable than flying on Southwest. Good luck, if you are able to make it to the races down under.