Friday, July 8, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
I am just going to assume that nobody reads this. Since the facebook layout changed it's pretty hard to just stumble upon the link to this page unless you're doing some quality stalking. Which I know you all are ;) Plz don't be a hater if this blog becomes an online diary. Deal with it and don't read it if it bugs you. Coolio.
Guys are really hard to figure out. They always change back and forth, going from being really sweet and cute to nunna that and uninterested. It's so confusing. I don't know what to think. Especially when you go really quiet when we talk and hang out...I need to know what you're thinking and that you're okay and be reassured that you still dig me, ya dig? And I think you feel the same. I haven't seen you in ages and I miss you.
Legs are aching. Each step is a killer, and the stairs are bastards. I feel like a creaky robot. Actually when I say legs are aching I mean every single muscle in my body. I will marry the next person to give me a massage. My voice is husky and I can barely stay awake. 17 hours of relaying and chanting from 4pm - 9am this morning and now all I want to do is snuggle up in my bed with the lekky blanket. Did anyone else hear that? Seventeen hours! SLEEP. Is what I want and haven't had since Friday night. It's Sunday night now by the way...yay.
This weekend was Relay 4 Life. It was at Frankkitts park and there were about 40 teams. We came a damn decent fourth place. We were third equal for most of it and even held second for an hour. Though that could have been purely due to the fact that our batons got electronically switched for 40 minutes by mistake...I challenge this theory. We were obviously just rully rully good ay. Relay 4 Life was so much fun! We joined forces with RC and without them we woulda seriously struggled. Some of those guys ran so fast for so long. When I was standing at the checkpoints there would be people running past who were honestly going three times faster than I could at my best...their faces were scrunched up with concentration to try and hold themselves into the corner and not smash into people. Semi-successful. I want to run like that! But can I be faffed? I donnae think so.
When it got dark the candles were lit. They were made by many of the families and were amazing. They had to be lit inside in the car park this year but they were still beautiful, and it was so moving to see all of these people, cancer survivors and family of those who lost someone, all together. Cancer is so upsetting and I think having events like Relay 4 Life means that people feel not so alone, knowing that there are so many people who want to support them.
Also the heavens opened up and I did Zumba in it. We had such a good time! Shakin' dat bootay and poppin' our chests lyk da ghetto mofos we were.
I am doing this next year for sure (Relay 4 Life, not the bootay shakin' I mean. Though, could do both...)........................SLEEP. Also just realised I have an unused massage voucher from Christmas.
Hello, hubby ;)
SLEEP. I need it. Excuse me while I go doze. My bed awaits.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
HOMEGROWN. Bro. It was fantastic.
18 thousand people came to Wellington's waterfront on Saturday to chill with some of New Zealand's best bands out. There were six stages from Waitangi park down to the TSB and they were stacked with talent. The line-up kicked ass - I went from Motocade, to Katchafire, to Kids of 88, to The Checks, to Trinity Roots, to Shapeshifter. There were 40 bands all up, and each tent was packed. Dub and Roots especially, had a few thousand in there at any one time and a constant smoke hung above the crowd the full 10 hours.
Motocade were great live. They were the sort of band whose sound differed only slightly from what you heard on their album (which was a good album by the way.) and the lead singer had the most intense facials ever. If monkey-man hybrid who had just lost his lifelong banana savings wandered on stage and started wailing you probably couldn't tell the difference between the two? Then Katchafire. They were so damn good. They captured the essence of summer in their cruisy reggae music and had the whole crowd grooooving to 'Seriously', high on the brilliance of the music. Amongst other things, perhaps. I arrived at Kids of '88 just in time for 'My House', the lead singer sweating like a beast. He definitely thought he was SRSLY cool but I can tell you right now those sweaty pits dangling out of his skinny man singlet, that was plastered to his little white man body really should have told him otherwise. But the music was fun! That was what I was there for.
I don't think I can really describe how amazing the Checks were, except to say that they were my best favourite band for 12 months and it was the first time I had seen them live and it was fucking brilliant.
Only downbuzz, is that being seventeen - 10 months away from the beautiful 18 - I am still a "child", which means I couldn't buy or consume alcohol at Homegrown. Not a problem, BUT, to add insult to injury, the wrist band you had to wear if you were under 18 was patterned with multi-coloured jigsaw pieces like a little kiddy. I have to say it was kinda embarrassing to go in with three 18 year olds who all got to wear a normal "ID Checked, Age Verified" wristband. Who then all went and bought their overpriced $6 a beer alcohol. So they're gonna be poor anyway. Yeah, sucked to be them...*cough*.
Shapeshifter were...I REALLY NEED TO GET A WIDER RANGE OF POSITIVE ADJECTIVES...electrifying. Nah, not really, that's just what online thesaurus.com told me would be a good substitute for amazing. There were all these lights everywhere and so many people and it was so buzzy, but. So. Good. And I got to know Patty's mates better, except it was really downbuzz cos he couldn't come...I really wanted him to be there! Shapeshifter woulda been that much better. And he coulda come to the Checks. Dangit. But. Anyho. The waterfront will never be the same for me. When I go down there I'm pretty sure I can still faintly hear the bands playing, and my ears ringing...
WOO! Bring on 2012 baby.