We could uncover an evil race of alien slave drivers on Pluto. No one really knows what’s on Pluto, and NASA’s New Horizons spacecraft really just got to the frozen dwarf planet. What if we unfreeze a super-genius race of octopod aliens bent on conquering the earth and enslaving us? At minimum, that would put a serious dent in your lifelong dream of partying with Gwen Stefani and No Doubt. Best get after that dream while there’s still time.
You could find Bigfoot and get drawn into an all-consuming media hurricane/animal rights controversy. Okay, it could happen, right? Bigfoot is absolutely real. You’ve seen the grainy video footage. They can’t just fake that stuff. Do you want to
be at the center of the firestorm that erupts when people realize that Bigfoot has been living among us all this time, holed up in an unauthorized campsite in Torrey Pines State Natural Reserve, and occasionally touring as stand-up bassist for the Zac Brown Band? Probably not. You’ve got a life to live, right?
Sharknado could happen for real. A tornado of man-eating sharks could take over your town. And if you avoid that horrific fate, you’ve still got to contend with Sharktopus, Frakenfish, Dinoshark, Megapython, Gatoroid, Dinocroc and Piranaconda. If you’ve watched the Syfy network, you know that going anywhere near the water—any water—could mean becoming the mid-afternoon snack of some horrific shark-snake-octopus creature that you’d never imagined. Do you want that to happen before you get to see Fitz and the Tantrums live, or sampled some of celebrity Chef Brian Malarkey’s amazing cuisine, or experienced a true tequila sunrise with Roger Clyne’s Mexican Mooshine Tequila? No, we didn’t think so.
Three words: God – Zill – A. Look, if it can happen to Tokyo, it can happen to your home town. So collect those moments now, instead of all that stuff; the moments are much easier to carry when you’re running for your life from a giant lizard.
You could hit your head, lose your memory, and wake up convinced that you’re a Belieber. Hey, we respect all faiths—Beliebers, Non-Beliebers, Biebagnostics. But here’s the thing: If you’re all about the Biebs, then you’re almost definitely missing KAABOO, because he’s not going to be there. And if you do miss KAABOO, that would hurt worse than the bump on your head—especially when you finally regained your memory and realized that you’d spent all your music festival money on a lower back tattoo that says, “Keep Calm and Beliebe On.” Don’t let that happen to you.
So live it up while the livin’ is good. Collect moments, not things. But don’t wait. Life isn’t getting any longer, and there are amazing options all around you. For example, KAABOO Del Mar. We’re talking 100+ acts, 7 stages, 3 days, public art expositions, incredible food and craft libations, and enough VIP experiences to create a lifetime of memories.
Stop waiting for the next amazing moment to find you. Get out there and make it happen. There’s no time like the present to plan for the now.