Show Time!

Sensible Saturday

Angel gave me a buzz on saturday arvo with good news - she'd scored free tickets to the show! Hurrah! So she, PB, English and i headed off round 6, her mum giving us a ride. She was so excited and i, despite my 2 hrs sleep, was getting excited too, seeing as i was dying to relive my youth.

Some people grow up and don't like the show. They find the crowd, the obnoxious loud people who feed their kids too much crap and let them run wild and the dodgy toys that cost too much money annoying. But i love it - the bright lights, bouncy music, excitement in the air, the fireworks... perfect way to relive childhood. I always loved the show, apart from in a few teenage years, where i was too 'cool' to enjoy it. I don't even mind the crappy toys - i've always wanted someone to win one of those giant (usually ugly) stuffed animals for me. Now that i know i have to control not to spend heaps on crap, i'm set and can just enjoy the free-er stuff! The others were saying that they didn't think they'd be able to stand taking their kids back when they had them, but i think it'll be fun. Haha, i can be such a child...

Showbags first. The Fruchocs lady confused Angel and i with her talk of 'good deals' and 'better deals', so she spent $25 and got lots of chockies. We'd lost PB and English, but thanks to his huge height, we could actually see his head above the crowd, which was handy. Angel and i were horror-struck when they told us that they'd run out of Bertie Beetle showbags though! It was terrible, but we recovered when we realised that we'd be taking the healthy option :P

Next up - rides. English was desparate to go on the Space Roller (little carriages that spun in all directions). I almost went on it with him, but didn't think it was a good idae to put my slightly hungover self through that... so PB went on instead. It was hilarious, watching English dance through it and PB look increasingly sick... not that we were laughing at his pain... We then had to sit down for an hour or so, while we waited for him to feel better... hot donuts, orange juice and yiros later (for us non-sickies), he was feeling better and we went off to find a spot near the oval.

After some death-defying motor-cross stuff (very cool, but very nerve-wracking to watch) and a giant cow riding on the back of a truck - who was introduced as Miss Moo - we got to the good part; the fireworks! I was so excited, this was most definately what i'd been looking forward to the most. With the four of us all lying together, looking up at the sky, watching the gorgeous showers of colour spread out over us, it was like the happy ending of an american teen movie. I loved the fireworks (being shiny things, they hold an added attraction to me), they were completely worth it, even if they didn't last long enough! The little girls behind us that were saying funny little child-comments throughout were adorable - you've got to love the things that come out of kids mouths. I liked the music that they played with the fireworks (with the exception of Cristina's Candy Man... mood killer) - it matched up with the whole 'exploding hope' thing that i was going on about a few posts ago.

After the fireworks, PB and English decided that i was a wimp if i didn't go on any of the rides. Never one to let the peer pressure and taunts slide off my back, i had to shell out $30 to go on the slingshot with English. Successfully ignoring the slight increase in my heartbeat, i got strapped in to the flimsy metal frame and held my breath as i waited for the contraption to release the ball and catapault me 70 metres into the air at 170kmph. When it did... i loved it! Apart from the split second of terror when the ground zoomed out from underneath me and i was suddenly hanging upside down above the crowd, suspended for a moment before plunging back to earth... it was great! Once over the initial adreneline rush, it was heaps of fun, bouncing up and down, wind in my hair (and in English's, which looked hilarious), looking at the little people under us... it was over all too quickly! But i was so proud that i didn't scream, didn't get terrified and actually managed to laugh and even let go! I earned a high-five from English, 60 metres above solid ground, for not being a wimpy girl. Now he can never call me a wimp again! Though PB tried to tell me it wasn't even that scary... but who was he to talk, he still looked sick!

We'd had enough, so Angel's mum picked us up and we took the brothers home. Tucking PB into bed, English gave me hugs as Angel and i settled in to watch Hustle, which was a really cool show about a group of scammers, if you're interested. A few cups of tea and lots of yawns later, we headed off (only to spend another hour and a half yakking about life and loves in the car). Another late night for moi!

But it was totally worth it to see the fireworks.

Annie