Even in Showgirls, the cricket was playing. Auckland had surrendered to the game. The lure was too strong and those inclined had found Eden Park or a television or a bar with a television or even just a mobile phone.
It felt like a weekend. Queen St was thinned of its usual week-day bustle.
Staff at the ANZ's corporate offices had the best excuse. The bank sponsors the Black Caps. By liberty or licence, there were 25 staff in the tearoom on the eighth floor crowded around the television. Ardent cricket fans sat closest. Gasp! Sigh ... Others chatted, hurrah'd on cue and just seemed to be loving this game which draws people together.
Long banks of desks were half-empty. Many people started early then, as 2pm drew close, evaporated. Pete Barnao wants to evaporate. He has been given tickets for the game. "Someone cancelled on a friend." The ticket is coming from Hamilton. Tickets, he agrees anxiously, are not real until you hold them. It's 39-2.
Down the road, there's a man who's keen to talk in that way enthusiasm makes you want to share it. And then he's not. "Actually, I shouldn't be here," he says. "I should be in a meeting."