Ralph Waldo Emerson

The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

22 going on 5

I had my best night thus far last night.

After the last film of the day I was in a bit of a mood and so slipped out of the cinema for a walk. Like a good brooding artist, I stopped in a bar for a G&T and proceeded to scare off any potential company by hunching over my journal and writing inspired phrases...or at least doodling with a very serious looking black pen. Once I'd downed the last bit of my drink I disappeared into the night, imagining myself to be independent and mysterious as opposed to lonely and in a bad mood. Under the full moon I charged through the streets with a million a-typical metaphors running through my head...when suddenly I came across the playground.

Not just a playground, but the playground. The one that I'd walked past a dozen times over the last couple of weeks. It was only finished a week ago and it's not just a playground, it's a masterpiece. It's got an obstacle course full of ropes and pullies and ladders and equipment like you've never seen before. It even has cushy undergirding so that when you do a face plant, which you're bound to do, you are met with a forgiving, pliable pillow as opposed to a mouthful of loose gravel. Makes the wood chips and splintered beams I got as a kid look like an outdoor torture chamber.

The place is always packed full of little cretins exhausting themselves through a series of spins and cables and it never seemed quite appropriate for me to chuck one of them off so I could have a go. But now the playground was empty, the moon was full and my G&T had set about dampening what little will power I possess. And so for the next hour I romped about a playground in the midst of downtown Auckland all by myself.

Well almost by myself. There were the cars that slowed and pedestrians that gawked as an apparently fully grown woman set about spinning herself silly on the merry go round, but I didn't really care. I was having a blast. By the end of it my pulse was racing and whatever foul mood had been festering must have been launched off the other side of the see saw.

So yes, I can travel half way across the world and trek about mountains and sip mixed drinks and go out for fancy dinners, but by far the best time I've had in a long time is to play on the playground of all playgrounds. Hurrah for cheap thrills.


Mom said...

Good thing you didn't take one too many turns on the merry go round and lose your hard earned G&T.

Neans said...

I want to play on the playground. Oh my how I will dream about the playground tonight and being on the other side of the teeter totter, and having people pass by gawking, but this time at the two grown women playing together. That has to be more exciting.