I love causes. Honestly I do. I have bought ribbons and pens and badges from everything from SIDS to Rainbow Day. However, last night was the pointless-cause night ever bar none, as I was forced to witness Earth Hour.
After being in Melbourne to watch the most excellent production of ‘Guys and Dolls’, and having a wonderful Chinese meal, my husband and I decided to visit some our friends who were having a party. So we drove to the suburb where said party was happening and joked between ourselves that we could do with a feed of McDonalds - when in fact had we eaten anything more, we would’ve left a trail. Coming up to our turnoff, we saw the Golden Arches and husband said “Lucky for us, they’re not open” whereupon I commented “It’s 8.15pm, they’ve turned their external lights out for Earth Hour”, and he chortled and I chortled and then I snorted and we continued on our way. Shortly thereafter we arrived at the party…
… only to find that said friends were celebrating “Earth Hour”. There wasn’t a light on in the place. After I picked myself up off the ground having tripped up the stairs and stauching my bleeing leg with a handful of tissues, we/I limped up to the front door and banged on it. Whereupon I lost my balance in the dark, headbutted my husband who dropped my bottle of wine, yelled as HE went down on his knees, and then the hostess greeted us enthusing “We’re celebrating Earth Hour!” I commented “Yes, I noticed, but I thought you’d just forgotten to pay the electricity bill”. She led us outside where the party was grooving to music pumped from speakers and coming from their computer. It was a cold night in Melbourne. But the 4 gas patio heaters ensured we were warm.
As did the Spitfire gas powered heater. I thought that this would be the only source of light, but no! There were about 100 Chinese made candles that burnt quite brightly and left a lovely trail of wax all over the pavers and black marks on the ceilings and walls, but hey! It’s Earth Hour right? Then there was our friend Brian, who had been having a lovely time, but in the dark and after too many Jim Beams was plaiting his feet and proceeded to trip over yet another heating device and set fire to himself, and in the hilarity which ensued, almost put his cigarette out in someone’s eye, but hey! It’s Earth Hour! We all stood around Brian as a source of heat and warmth that would normally have been provided by … I don’t know, electricity perhaps? Because he was now the source of light as the flames crept up his legs. We did put him out, but on the proviso that someone turn a fucking light on so we could ice his burn.
And then at 9.00pm we gathered in the backyard to watch the most amazing fireworks, as the Victorian State Government CELEBRATED Earth Hour. Well done. I have a huge gaping hole in my leg. Brian has a nasty hangover and a burn on his leg. Our hosts of the party try every chemical known to man to get the black marks off surfaces created by candles made in China - but hey - we made a difference didn’t we? (Stop crying Brian!)
I reckon next year, we turn on EVERY light and leave our cars idling in the driveway to celebrate the fact that we’ve come down from the trees, and out of the caves and created something called electricity which means we don’t trip over in the fucking dark and we don’t set our guests on fire for light.
I know that there are those of you who will howl “It’s all about awareness you stupid woman” and there are those of you who will say “At least I made a difference” and to you I say “I respect your beliefs” and will say no more. But as an individual, I can honestly say that Earth Hour excites me as much as having my pubic region waxed - it feels good aftwards, but at the time is excruciating and makes me wonder what the attraction is about when it’s sooooo painful at the time. :mad: