Yesterday, tickets for “The Boyfriend” (directed by Julie Andrews) arrived. Mirvish is having an Open House at the Royal Alexandra Theatre for members this Sunday from 11am-3pm. Must go to that I think.
Over lunch I dashed to Eaton Centre and bought a lovely House&Home Continental ‘boutique hotel chic’ expresso duvet cover to match the pillow cases and flat sheet we picked up on Tuesday night after the WET Team dinner at Moxie’s.
Thursday’s movie: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe (The Chronicles of Narnia). Tilda Swanson was perfectly cast I thought, though the story is not as rich as the book. Granted, Andrew Adamson had only one movie and 2:20 to deliver it while Peter Jackson had 3 movies and 9:00+ hours to play with. My rating: 6 out of 10.
Thursday’s food: Campbell’s Chicken Penne Soup
Thursday’s song: Michael Jackson’s “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough”
I ran into Dr Carolyn Bennett today exiting the St Clair subway station. We chatty-chatied for a bit. This is the 2nd time I’ve run into her. She and her team were pamphleting commuters at Mt Pleasant and Eglinton yesterday. Carolyn is the incumbent St Paul’s Liberal MP, and obviously – as she’s freezing her butt off on street corners in mid-December – is running again.
The young Alex Keaton-look-alike (think Michael J Fox in Family Ties) aide with her asked me if Carolyn has my support. “Absolutely,” I replied. So, there, my political colours are now out. Actually, I most often vote Green Party, but we can’t be throwing away any votes this election or we’ll have a rightwing, homophobic Stephen Harper as Prime Minister. Gawd forbid!
On that note, don’t you think it would be easier to simply elect politicans by the following method: On the day after the election, whichever candidate gets all their signs down first, wins!
Oh, and I’ve had another casting call for the Canadian Opera Company’s production of Wagner’s Gotterdammerung at the Hummingbird. They would like me to play the part of a Raven halfway through the 3rd act. I’ll head in next week to meet with the director as he wants to ‘eye’ me. How exciting, being eyed by some old english director … hmmmm, okay, maybe not.
Today I started this blog. It is for you G. For all the times we’ve shared, and will continue to share. It will be our testament and our memory long after our grey cells fail us.