I spent most of yesterday trying to figure out if I wanted to go to the Big Day Out. There were a few moments where I almost went off and bought a ticket, but in the end I decided to leave it until today.
And today I decided not to go. I was worried that maybe I was getting olde and didn’t want to go because I didn’t want to have to deal with all the 15-year-old punk-arses, but then I realised that I’ve not gone to the BDO before and I’ve been dealing with 15-year-old punk-arses ever since the first BDO.
It came down to the basic fact that there weren’t enough bands performing this year that I really wanted to see, so it wasn’t worth the $100+ ticket to see a bunch of bands I’m not really into. And I also realised that wanting to see the Beastie Boys because I was really into them when I was 12 (Oh, how I was hot for Ad Rock. Oh, how I lovingly fondled the LP of “Licensed to Ill” in a local record store.), is not quite the best reason.
But I had taken today off work in case of the BDO, so I decided to go to the beach. The nearest nice beachy place to me is Mission Bay. I bussed into town and walked along Tamaki Drive, forgetting that it’s a good 6km along there. But it was a lovely day and the walk didn’t feel like 6km.
You know what happened at Mission Bay? Kids played in the fountain, people sunbathed on the beach, friends threw frisbees, dogs rolled in the grass, mothers wiped up melting ice cream and pigeons battled it out with sparrows for crumbs.
I was going to get the bus back to the city, but I’d just had an ice cream extravaganza and was all hyped up on its ice creamularity, so I decided to go for a walk up to Bastion Point. But once I got back to Tamaki Drive, I just kept on walking and didn’t stop until I was back in the city. Oh, so that’s 12km in a day. Behold my stamina!