most momentous

last night was a night of large moments. deep, impressive moments. moments i shan't soon forget. and for me, that's really saying something.
oh, and a few silly snapshots that i'll have to share. like this one:

silly snapshot one

i'm at the dentist for my bi-decade check-up, filling in the unending medical history questionnaire. questions are asked about if i am or have ever been on a diet. yep. why, it asks? um... to lose weight!? instead i respond "to fit into societal norms of beauty." that and other such responses earned an enthusiastic response from both the hygienist and dentist. i wonder what kind of uptight clientele they must have. she says people usually aren't so open (which begs the question, why the fuck would you lie on a medical history questionnaire? what would you possibly have to gain?). he said "i can tell from your answers that you're an interesting person." jesus, these people must have gruelling jobs.

moment one

you ever have one of those moments when you realize that someone you take for granted is actually a genius? like say someone you work with everyday. you talk about weather, you marvel over the office renovations together, you talk a fair bit of shit. that kinda thing. and then she invites all the colleagues to her art opening. well, that's what happened to me last night, exactly. nicole is a supremely cool coworker. she's also a brilliant, and i don't mean that lightly, a brilliant visual artist. she's doing a show with an okay artist (in my humble opinion) at the open studio in the 401 richmond building (richmond / spadina). her art is clever, deceptively simple and yet so swirlingly enthralling. captivating. yep, she's the shit. "i can never look at you the same!!" i gushingly marveled. she smiled beamingly as if *i* were the one who had given *her* the gift. silly, beautiful creator of magnificent art. yay, nicole.

silly snapshot two

i have a bit of time to kill before having to report to the theatre, so i ride around a bit, listening to pulp fiction (still revisiting the old cassettes), and then settle for a quick smoke on a park bench. mmm, lovely. a large (as in muscle-bound) intense man comes and sits beside me ignoring the 3 empty benches in our proximity. um, ok buddy sure whatever. i continue to casually smoke. he offers me some of his what-looks-like-a-cigarette-but-i-guess-is-actually-a-joint. (allow me to clarify, there are no words involved in this exchange - he merely extends his hand and enticingly waves the joint under my nose.) i politely decline. and that's it. he doesn't say anything else, until i get up to leave. he says this: "boyfriend?" wtf!? "do you mean do i have a boyfriend!?" i ask. there is some chitchat ending with me politely declining. "boyfriend?" is the newest winner for worst pick-up line. shit, not even a verb.

moment two

saw a play by darren o'donnell, called pppeeeaaaccceee. actually, the first time i volunteered at that theatre was to see this same piece, in its earliest stages. i have always been desperately impressed by his work; i'm sure being in love with his brain had something to do with that. anyway, last night that magic mirror ball shattered. it's not so much that i didn't like that play as that i just didn't love it. it was... ok. ish. and so for the first time in the several times i've seen his work, darren o'donnell was not perfect and it proved to be the final axe in the flailing bits of a silly crush i'd quietly harboured for a few years. i still think he's a genius, but he no longer glows golden in my aura's eye. he'd surely be relieved, if he knew me enough to give a shit.

moment three

ok, this is silly, and most of you will not be able to appreciate this one. but friends in vancouver who've tracked my tireless attempts and experimentation will surely appreciate the momentousness of this. last night (ahem, drumroll please) i finished not one, but two full, complete bottles of beer. that's right kids, kaen is well on her way to becoming the beer drinker she has for so long secretly desired to be. started off with a corona (upon the fabulous-fella-who-was-purchasing-it-for-me's suggestion), and then tried a keith's. didn't even gag! and i quite liked that beer buzz - although it threw me for a bit of a loop. "whew!" and "wowee," i was actually overheard saying. oh, fabulous whole new world, how gleefully shall i sink into thee... heh.