40 ways to sunday

well frankly, i can't think of a damned thing to say. i've been in a quiet mood these days. not sullen but perhaps a bit sombre. not that many tears though, although now that it's cooled down i am thinking about Bogey the Wonderdawg a fair bit. thinking about the relief he surely would have felt at the lowering temperatures, or how nice and warm his fuzzy body would be against mine under the fluffy covers as the cool wind slips in through the window.
sigh. my first fall without the Wonderdawg...

i've also been continuing my love-fest with solitude. it's the little things that are so nice. like friday night i went to the ROM (royal ontario museum) - did you know it's free on friday nights? and sure, i guess it could have been nice to have the oohing and ahhing in stereo with a friend, but then you can't do what you want. you can't spend 8 minutes staring down the stuffed cobra (which i did - i actually spent most of my rom-time with the stuffed snakes strangely, since i neither loathe nor love them), or leave the documentary on master shuckers early. no, ok, that probably wouldn't have been a problem. the challenge would likely have been getting a friend to sit through a half-hour of documenting oyster shucking in the first place. yes, you heard me right. oyster shucking, master shuckers and world competitions. who knew? well, now i do... i was particularly impressed when one of the canadian master shuckers started dry humping the judge in his excitement after winning second place. yep - we're a classy bunch up here...

on saturday i also glided at my mellow-times-eight pace, slinking out of the abode in the early afternoon, grabbing breakfast at the first place that caught my eye (i have an attraction to places that would scare most conscious beings and seeing as how i live in parkdale, i have a plethora of infested rat holes to choose from oh yay!! ..um, i'm being sincere), and checking out the alternative art fair. some of it was ok, some of it really sucked, like REALLY SUCKED, but some of it was really splendiferous. or cool. or both. that was all part of my exceedingly mellow (while listening to Tricky no less) meander up queen street - although i guess since queen runs east/west, i should say "over" rather than "up." meh. the plan was to walk from roncesvalles to parliament, and i would have made it too had i not noticed a friend of mine playing at the rex. sucked in again for some jazz and cider, what's a girl to do. so what was at parliament? a play of course. after which i spent entirely too much money in my brief flirtation with king east drinking holes, little swank pits of preppie goo. i spent $12 on a cider. one fucking cider, twelve fucking dollars!! ugh.

so then i wisely said fuck this shit, and headed to the green room in the annex, where i plunked my ass down with a pitcher of sangria, a pen, some paper and thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. see, i woke up saturday morning with a new idea for a play, and instead of being disciplined and finishing at least the first draft of the one already underway, i sunk my teeth into this new idea - it's really exciting and unlike the last two i've written/am writing (which have been one acts), this one's a full play (with 2 acts, yea baby). so now i have two plays on the go. it's probably funny to watch me work, with two heaps of loose leaf papers (actually, i bought one of those school kid homework books for this newest play), my fancy notebook at the ready and my pen scratching away in one pile until oh! i race over to the other pile of papers and then pause, hm, to peruse the notebook of random thoughts. whew! a whirlwind of words. (oh, and yes: i write in longhand. i'm so old school.... it's either that or carry a laptop around since inspiration tends to find me in pubs, with a pint at my side, which uh... no. even if i could afford one.) two boys tried to break into my little bubble of words and solitude, one kinda creepy and slimy, the other rather yummy actually. but at the end of the night, it's my papers, books and brain who got to share the cab ride home with me. heh, who am i kidding... i can't afford no stinkin' cab.

sunday i emerged from kaenlandia to properly socialize, joining the luscious Alana in the studio as Tabarruk laid down some seriously funky tracks. that was fucking brilliant actually. we laughed, talked, feasted, giggled, listened and hugs, mmmm there were hugs too! nice way to spend a sunday. that's two sundays in a row. what's that expression? 40 ways to sunday. i think the number's irrelevant actually, it could be 100, it could be 6. means chaotic. hell, i don't care what it's like, so long as i make it to sunday, laughing with Alana the Lovely, and the whole fabulous lot of them. yay for "tabarruk sundays"!!

and that's it, i'm off like a prom dress. (see, us canadians have class class class, and nothin' but!!)