Tickets, tickets, tickets!

Tickets for the Women’s Adventure Film Tour now on sale here. It’s $12 you will never regret spending.

I’ve just spent the last 3 hours dealing with tickets for this event and buying tickets to go to another event. I’ve had what seems like a bazillion conversations with other people and with my own self in the last week about tickets for one thing or another (Florence and the Machine, Scooter, dance parties, a half marathon, Woodford Folk Festival, flights, train travel, blah, blah, blah) and now the word ticket just seems like the weirdest word I’ve ever heard. Know what I mean? If not, just pick a word and keep saying it over and over again until it just sounds really stupid. It’s a weird phenomenon! Phenomenon, there’s another one. Say that fifty times and see how you feel about it.

Putting on this film is one giant adventure. I’ve never done anything like this before and I have no idea what I’m doing or what to expect. Yeah, it would be easier for me to just say, “nah, let someone else do it. I don’t know how.” But if I did that I’d be missing an awesome opportunity to do something that basically scares the pants off me. Doing stuff that’s hard, scary and uncomfortable is the best way to learn new shit. In that case I must be one of the most learned people out there!

If I chickened out of doing this, then everyone misses out. The film isn’t going to promote itself and magically arrive in town and screen on its own. If I want people to embrace adventure as something that can shape their lives, then this is what I have to do; I have to go outside my comfort zone. Banging on about stuff on this website can only reach so many people (I think I have a total of 3 followers and my Facebook page has a total of 1).

I want adventure to be inclusive, so I’ve included the community of Bundaberg on the national tour. I hope you’ll include yourself in the audience.

Here’s some Scooter to round things off: