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This morning I woke to glorious sunshine pouring through our bedroom window. It might well be the first blue-skied day we have had in over a month. And in response, I became a delusional person.
Having no appointments or activities planned for the day I realised it was a perfect opportunity to rally the troop (Mum) and head to the Sydney Royal Easter Show. Jules was enthusiastic in response to the suggestion having not attended in about the same amount of time it takes to remember why you don’t go.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Easter Show, it is an annual event originally designed to bring the best of agriculture to the city and to provide a central social event for farmers looking to get on the turps whilst potentially taking home a few prizes for their agrarian mastery. These days the Easter Show is a commercialised cacophony of overpriced showbags, dodgy fairground rides, disgusting fast food (see: Dagwood Dog) with a few rural teasers thrown in to keep things ‘authentic’. I swear those woodchoppers were wearing thongs back in the eighties. The Easter Show is basically a childhood delight and both a financial and sensory form of torture for parents. There is literally NO REASON a sane, childless adult would consider attending unless they were being paid to do so as some sort of escort/carer (see: previous career).
Google “Superspreader Events” and I suggest the Easter Show would rank a close third behind Buddy Franklin’s 1000th goal for the Sydney Swans and last weekend’s Formula 1 Grand Prix.
Having considered none of this, it was with sound mind and a full understanding of the potential risk factors that we boarded the bus to Olympic Park.
The bus filled quickly as I attempted to further seal the N95 mask around my mouth and nose. The smell of teenage excitement and Lynx Jungle body spray will forever remind me of this near-death experience.
Sensing my rising panic, Mum gently patted my arm, reassuring me that we were almost there.
It was at about fuck-this-shit o’clock that the full realisation of my ridiculous idea dawned. We were heading full speed into a hotbed of pandemic pandemonium. As Olympic Park in all its glory came fully into view my body and my mind chorused: “Kristie, you are an absolute deadset idiot. This is not for you. You have cancer. Go directly to home. Do not pass go. Do not collect your showbags.”
What appeared to be a 50 metre wide column of approximately 15000 people was pulsing towards and beyond the entrance of the show ground.
NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.
Cue Abdul in an air-conditioned, sanity controlled vehicle to Cinderella us away from the horrific scene back to our car many kilometres away and the sanctuary of a suburban shopping centre where we caffeinated me out of my shame-spiral.
I have made some dumb decisions in my life. This was a particularly expensive one. The tickets and the Uber ride…
I have made some great decisions in my life. Turning around and coming home again despite the waste was one of them.
I have been careful and picky about socialising in the time of a pandemic. I have said no to invitations I’ve found too risky and I would understand if those who had sought to include me on these occasions would now question my integrity. I have even avoided family at times when things have been very risky. I was right to do so and my actions today were just…weird. I guess I just miss full-blown life.
In summary, if you are considering attending the Sydney Royal Easter Show in the next couple of weeks and you, too are immuno-compromised, or even if you are just a healthy person who likes nice things and nice places, this event is not for you. If Covid had a perceptible smell it would be a combination of cow manure and deep fried food.
Oh that provided a good giggle and I think you made the right decision. You have also reminded me why my kids have never been to the Show and may never go unless someone else takes them because I can think of nothing worse!
“There is literally NO REASON a sane, childless adult would consider attending” – never a truer word was spoken!! At least (and at last) sanity prevailed – and you have given your audience yet another laugh!
Cheers to going out for coffee instead.
Oh Kristie, you truly are an entertainer!
I read the woodchoppers in their thongs as G-Bangers…can’t quite get that picture out of my head now, thanks for that!
It’s only when I read it again I realised you were talking about the flip-flop variety and I think you are spot on…far less disturbing than where my mind went the first time I read it.
Oh Kristie That was such a great read.. As I was reading the description of the bus trip there my brain was yelling “What is she thinking “.Fortunately your brain kicked in and you decided to Bale and head to a sanctuary of caffeine and safety ..And thanks to Julia who was probably freaking out, but as a good mum was going with the flow and along for the ride . Happy Easter to you all and hope you arent missing the show bags !! Von X
Thanks for a very funny description of one of Australia’s most culturally/challenged events!
You are all kinds of nuts