My (non) Big Day Out tale

I’ve mentioned previously that I wanted to go to the Big Day Out but I didn’t want to pay lots of money to do it. My ideal situation was that I would get a free ticket to the event. I entered competitions, I told just about everyone I knew that this was my wish in the vain hope that someone would just happen to have a spare ticket and think, oh, Jaycee wanted to go, I’ll give it to her. I am an optimist.

My tale starts with my friend Des and Sharon (I’m changing names to protect the innocent and guilty) having dinner one night and they started talking about the Big Day Out. Des was doing some work for the event with another friend Mike and Mike was going to try and score some tickets for Sharon and myself as the two boys both had their tickets from doing this work. Sharon told Des that if Mike did come up with the ticket she just might give it to me as I really wanted to go and she would do this selfless act for me. Note the word ‘might’ in bold. It wasn’t a categorical statement that she would give me the ticket.

So, Des tells Mike that if Sharon gets the ticket she’s going to give it to Jaycee. The day before when the boys are doing their work Mike scores this elusive free ticket. He tries to contact Sharon on the Friday morning (the Big Day Out was on Friday) and she’s out dropping her daughter off at school so misses his call. He then thinks to himself, well Sharon was just going to give the ticket to Jaycee and I’d rather Sharon have it and if she doesn’t want it I’ll offer it to someone else which he did, and the someone else accepted.

He then does finally speak to Sharon and tells her what’s happened and of course she was upset and pissed off, not at Mike for giving it away so much, but at Des for spouting his mouth off at what Sharon might do with the ticket should she receive one.

So, neither Sharon or myself got to go to the Big Day Out. I had a Big Day In at my place instead where we felt Sharon’s bad mood at this sad state of affairs all night.

Next year I’d like to continue my mission to get a free ticket to the Big Day Out and I don’t expect to get something for nothing. If anyone knows how to get on the BDO staff in Adelaide to get payment of a ticket, please let me know.

I can’t believe I said I don’t want to be a mum anymore

Yesterday evening I uttered the words, as I stormed out the bathroom, ‘I don’t want to be a mum anymore.’ I half expected lightning to come out the sky and strike me down dead.

This was the culmination of a weekend where things didn’t work out my way. I didn’t get a free ticket to the Big Day Out (tale to come), I had to decide whether to go to Sydney, or the Slippery Nipple revisited (I couldn’t do both), I’d been at the pub and felt like the third wheel while trying to keep my son a little bit quiet during the recording of the live band. I will be interested to hear that one as I wonder if him yelling out, I’ve just been to the toilet, will be heard over the music.

The third wheel thing – a good friend of mine has met a bloke. There’s nothing sexual happening, even though she would like it to, but they get on extremely well, to the detriment of everyone around them. It might as well be new love. Even though another friend was there I still felt ignored and unloved. And Jaycee Junior was roaring around the place ignoring me also.

We left the pub after the band finished to tantrums galore because being the party animal he is, he didn’t want to leave. We got home and it took him half an hour to eat dinner. I fought to get him into the bath and now I can’t even remember what triggered the I don’t want to be a mum comment anymore, but I said it as I stormed to the fridge to pour myself a glass of wine from the cask within.

Of course I didn’t mean it then and I don’t mean it now. I love my son to bits but he does give me the shits (that could be a song title). I got over my comment and ended up reading him a story about the seven dwarfs and a diamond mine that I had as a kid. So the night ended on a positive note with love in the air.

Going to an awards ceremony

I logged onto my email at home yesterday to see if there were any exciting tidbits for me. There was. I had an email from my boss saying we had approval to go to the Hitwise awards ceremony as our work website is the most popular within its section and these awards will be doled out to the overall industry award winners. In the interests of being anonymous about where I work I won’t say which category but if you’re at the same awards ceremony on 25 February then you will see me in my formal wear.

But herein lies my shortlived dilemma. Some time ago my friend organised the Slippery Nipple tour revisited on the weekend of 25/26 February. I’d gone as far as organising babysitting for the whole weekend because it’s definitely not a kids affair.

So after reading about this free trip to Sydney I sat in front of my computer going, oh shit! what will I do? Will I stick to the original plan and go for a weekend away with a bunch of friends or will I fly to Sydney – to a place I hardly ever go. Mmmm, Sydney it is. That’s why it was a shortlived dilemma.

I’m still trying to wangle ways of doing both. I could go to Sydney the Thursday night, do our work visits on Friday, the awards dinner Friday night, fly back Saturday and go Slippery Nipple. Or I could do all the above, bar the Slippery Nipple and stay in Sydney for as long as possible on Saturday and shop. Mmmm, shopping! Shopping it is me thinks.

I’m pretty excited. Since I got this job I’ve been able to go to a conference in Queensland and now an awards dinner (not a dinner but a networking evening with nibbles as I was informed by the Marketing Manager for the Asia Pacific who found my blog) in Sydney. My old job never offered these sorts of opportunities – well a conference in Cairns wasn’t too bad but that was definitely a once off.

See you Sydney at the end of February.

My Big Day Out

I didn’t get a free ticket to the Big Day Out like I’d hoped and wished for – and I will tell the story about that because it’s a beauty so I had a Big Day In at my place. Actually it wasn’t so big and wasn’t really during the day but it was fun. We had some music from some of the acts from the Big Day Out – Le Tigre, Chemical Brothers, Spiderbait and the Beastie Boys and we also had the program of what was happening so we could play the music at the same time. Tragic? Yes probably.

But we had music, easy access to booze, easy access and no line-ups to the toilet and yummy food. So can’t complain really – well apart from complaining about what might have been and fantasising about what could be – a last minute phone call saying we’ve got you in, come on. Well that didn’t happen so it stayed strictly within fantasy world.

But I did have a Big Day Out yesterday. It started at 9.30am when I dropped Jaycee Junior off to my sisters place so she could take him out for the day – gold medal to her. I left him yelling ‘mummy’ at the side of the road as I drove off. We dropped my sisters dog off at my place and caught the tram into the city – my friend (R) and I did, that is. After getting off the tram we walked past the Hilton Hotel and got this close (kissing distance) from some of the acts from the Big Day Out so we can now say to our friends that we were closer to them than you, even though we weren’t there.

R and I then proceeded to have coffee and breakfast and peruse the newspapers within the Central Market which took around two hours. This is something I never do now I have a young child and it was such a small thing to do but loaded with such pleasure. We did a crossword and the quiz, phoned a friend and he joined us for bacon and eggs. Found out that the Chemical Brothers in the Boiler Room was packed and they had to close the doors to stop people getting in. I would have been so pissed off if I’d paid for a ticket and couldn’t get into see the one act I really wanted to see. And it would have been a tricky one because the Beastie Boys finished just as the Chemical Brothers were starting. Will be interested to hear what my other friends who went thought.

After brunch R and I walked down to Rundle Street and went to the movies to see Sideways. We’d both heard some hype about it and afterwards we both thought that it was a very pleasant movie but don’t know that it’s worth all the hype. It does have some cringeworthy looks at relationships but I don’t think that makes it a really fabulous movie. It did make us want to drink wine though.

We meandered home and as I arrived both my sisters literally arrived at the same time. One sister had my son to drop off and the other was here to borrow some money. After a short period of chaos I said goodbye to everyone and settled in for a quiet evening.

Big Day Out ticket – all in vain?

This year I would really like to go to the Big Day Out, but not enough to pay for a ticket. It would work out to be a $150 day with the ticket and accompaniments and it’s just beyond my budget.

I’ve entered a few competitions to try and win tickets but to no avail. Even though one competition I entered I had the correct answer but was obviously pipped at the post.

Quite a few of my friends are going without paying for a ticket and that shits me somewhat as they can afford it more than me. Why don’t I have the contacts? There is an ever so slight chance that a friend might be able to wangle something but I’m not holding my breath.

I’ve even sorted out babysitting in the vain hope that my wish may come true. But if it doesn’t I’ve arranged some friends to come round to my place for the Big Day In. It will involve alchohol, food and the new Chemical Brothers CD featured in my ‘What’s wearing out the CD player’ on the right. It will involve more music than this but I would dearly love to see the Chemical Brothers and if I lived in the eastern states I would be able to get to go to one of their side shows but these wonderful side shows don’t generally happen in little old Adelaide dammit.

So the Chemical Brothers and the Scissor Sisters either aren’t coming or aren’t doing a separate show in Adelaide. Bloody hell – I’m pissed off.

Crochet abounds

Today my mission was to buy a crochet rug or something similar to put over my son for those cold car trips home at night so he’s snuggly and can sleep. I work near a couple of op shops so thought I’d go hunt through them to see what I could find. I had a bonanza buying the rug and more, and this inspired me to create a new category for this weblog and show what I bought, for how much, and where from.

I quite regularly buy things from op shops and have bought some great things in various places.

This is what I bought today.

Goodwill – Hindley Street, Adelaide

Boys safari jacket (which fits my son) . Apparently the trousers or pants that go with it were at the warehouse but they were separated from the jacket. I shall go back next week to see if the trousers made it to the shop as I felt sad they were separated. Price – $2.50


A top for me. I liked the colours and pattern and of course I will wear something underneath as I was never one to wear a see-through top with just a bra underneath. Price – $2.50


A hat for me. I lost a favourite a couple of weeks ago and while this is nothing like it, I still liked it enough to buy. Price – $2.50


St Vincent’s – Peel Street, Adelaide

A cardigan. As if I don’t have enough cardigans – but then a girl can’t have too many. This was actually from the retro section of St. Vincent’s just next to the normal one. It was a separate shop. They had some ok stuff in there and if you want dress-ups this seems to be the place to go. Price – $8.00.


Finally – the crochet rug I was initially after. Price $5.00.