from the weekend's scrawls

so i invited a friend to the poetry reading i was attending tonight, though i know that most people would rather slit their wrists than listen to poets talking about wanting to slit their wrists. you can't blame 'em, really...

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last night was fun - shinny with Alana, Jason and most of the Tabarruk crew and others. i was even an ok defence chick, once i stopped being scared of the big bundled bodies hurtling toward me. or the puck. or the ice. heh. by next year, i hope to learn how to stop on skates (now that i have the forward propulsion part of skating down). then we'll win, you wait and see.

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she's telling me how she doesn't like her husband's "Prokofiev version of Exodus" (yea, the bob marley song), and i have to smirk appreciatively: i love how sophisticated my also very fun friends are!

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so i watched superman this morning (recent gift from a friend who's turned her back on VHS - oh how pathetic are we, the few remaining VHS-watching losers). already by this evening i'm a tinge obsessed: shit that christopher reeve was a handsome fella. i joke with alana that i've worn the heavy eye make-up as a subconscious way of mimicking lois lane and finding my own superman. some laughter and slinging clevers and then i say i've decided i'm going to leap off a building so that as i fall, fall, superman can come and catch me and fall in love with me. but then i realize i've limited myself, and i could never off myself that way - because she'd remember laughing at this conversation, and somehow it would haunt her.

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skating on sunday in nathan phillips square - a gorgeous way to round off my "Tabarruk weekend!" see, there's a stage set up at one end of the rink, and bands (like Tabarruk) played the weekend away. yea, neat idea hunh. like a roller skating rink (remember those!?), only cooler (pardon the unavoidable pun).