WEEKENDGOGOGO!

*Downs a bottle of water, doubles over in an out-of-breath fashion*

Need to... slow.... down.... for a moment....

It's been one of those weekends a gal needs a break from. It's been hectic, but a whole lot of fun. And it's not even Sunday yet.

That's how I roll.

I imagine the exhaustion stems from what can only be described as "The Worst Night's Sleep in Existence." Picture it: One night-owl of a brother decides to pump up the bass to his music around midnight and then lets the shower run for forty minutes at around 3 AM. Did I mention the head of my bed is a thin wall away from the shower? Did I also mention I am a wretchedly light sleeper? I might have logged 3 hours of sleep last night. 4 would be generous.

And then I had to roll into Toronto for a volunteer meeting at the Harbourfront Centre.

I shouldn't berate the morning too much, though. After all, I am a morning person. I'm most with it between the hours of 9 AM and 11 AM. The GO train rolled me into Union Station about 45 minutes before the appointed gathering, so I took the time to loll about at the harbour and watch the planes land on a strip close by. It was still and crisp and all filled with affirmations. I highly recommend the experience.

The meeting itself was a decent one. Most of the events coming up for May are kid-oriented which, I admit, I am not so comfortable with. Yeah. Kids and I don't tend to mix well. Granted, there are some literary events targeted for children approaching and I am decidedly good with books. So, perhaps not all is lost. I've got my eyes set on the summer/autumn months where the Heavyweights of the Can. Lit. Scene will descend on the harbourfront and OWN IT. *Excitement abounds!*

I'm also checking out other Toronto-based literary events and comic cons to volunteer for. I'm embracing my inner cheap bastard and am trying to weasel ways to get into events for free. And, volunteering benefits everyone, so I redeem myself in the same stroke. Impressive.

Anyhow, the meeting let out late and I missed the 12:43 PM train and had to wait an additional hour for the next one. I staked out a corner, bought myself a Smarties Blizzard from DQ, and flipped through this week's edition of NOW Magazine. Discovered Evelyn Evelyn (a recent profile for Tunes for Tuesdays) is coming to town in June. Yes, that is correct. I might have the chance to see Amanda Fucking Palmer on stage. Wicked excited about this one, no doubt.

As I waited, The Sister texted me in reference to taking a hike (in the literal sense). I confirmed, despite my later arrival time from Toronto. We headed out to a nice creek-ish area with her basset hound, Ruby, and walked the trails for almost two hours. I know, we are just mental like that. Poor Ruby, she was so tuckered out. Bassets have short legs, it takes a lot out of them to leap through puddles and dash across hills. Ruby was also terrified of a sow that snorted at her from the farm area at the creek. It was hilarious.

And now, I have come off another well-deserved anime binge. Tonight, it was the later episodes of Shugo Chara (which, I can't believe I admit to watching), and I've started in on re-watching the Nana series because IT IS THE BEST MANGA/ANIME/LIVE-ACTION FILM EVER. People are crying over everything and there's inter- and intra-band tensions and everyone has such freakin' awesome clothing -- I love it. I love it to unhealthy levels. More on that with a later post, perhaps.

So yes, a lively day. I am all tuckered out, myself. And Sunday sounds like a rush, too. Since it's April, it's National Poetry Month and I'm headed out to a local cafe for a reading (and to also rub elbows with a prominent poet in the GTA, FYI). Then, if plans are still in place, I will be sippin' tea with The Advocate and Ship Sharp for the evening. I need lady time, for serious.

Hope you kids are having fun thus far and I will check in again before the weekend closes.

Exhaustion and Charles II

Ungh.... exhausted... again...

Why am I always exhausted on evenings where theatre is involved?

Since I can barely construct sentences at this point, I thought I would hand out a clever little Easter egg for all y'all. I wrote a joke script about a year ago that pondered what it would have been like if the Israelites had received Charles II of England as their first king.

It's a long story. (The joke and HOW it is a joke, that is.)

Anyhow, excerpt:

Talman: Did the old man die in his sleep or what? I thought he said he was taking a nap. Did he snuff himself out with a pillow when he rolled over? Did he swallow his tongue after it came loose from his snoring? Maybe he ruptured an ear drum and his brain filled up with blood and ear wax until he couldn't think straight and he drowned in his brain the way men drown in rivers and--

Axel: What is wrong with you? I mean... what do you honestly think about all day?

Talman: Dunno...... farming. And taxes.

***

And taxes. *Collapses*

Canadian Theatre: People WRITE Plays?!

Unngh.... so... tired.... need to... post.. entry.....

I have had quite the hectic/sleepless week. Though, I wouldn't want to change a moment of it.... unless I could add a few extra hours for sleep, that would be great. You think anyone would notice if I messed with our global concept of time? Maybe I could convince everyone that I need my own time zone. Yeah, that could work...

Horror of the Day: Having to explain to a woman at work that theatre IS a valid form of art and that there ARE people who write new plays. After telling her I applied for a playwright program in downtown Toronto, she asked, "Oh, so you'd be taking, like, a novel or a movie and makin' it into a play?"

No. No I would not. I would write a NEW piece. It is a seminar. A writing seminar. Where I would.... write.

I was met with a beige, office expression. "Oh. Well, see, that's somethin' I would never have heard about until you mentioned it. You never know what... opportunities there are until you go out and dig for them, you know what I'm sayin'? I mean, there are people who would have never heard about things like... like writing a play and now you applied to -- what was it, a seminar or somethin'? I mean, might as well try it once!"

I miss creative people.

And, on that note-- *Collapses into a pile of old clothes and blankets*