The most of a week of loneliness and tedium has begun, I guess. It hasn’t been tedious or lonely yet at all though, so perhaps I shouldn’t be spreading misnomers. I uselessly lengthened that whole description because I wanted to use the word misnomer. So all supporters of the word had better be happy. On friday, after a really fun rehearsal, I went to see A Common Man’s Guide To Loving Women, and Da Kink in My Hair… all part of the directors series at McMaster. They were both quite excellent, and worth far more than the $0 it cost to see them. Common Man’s Guide.. was not perfectly done, but tight enough to hold itself together very well, and also funnier than anything i’ve seen in any medium in a while. Da Kink in my Hair was very good too, though I probably would have taken more from it if I was a black “womyn”. Here’s something that bugs me.. that whole feminist way of spelling woman or women with a Y. I’m sure there’s reasons for it, but to me it just looks silly, awkward, and makes me think I’m about to be preached at. I’m all for being silly, but there’s limits. After the play I lugged all my dirty clothes over to Ian’s for some washing, and a bit of Family Guy watching, and sleep on pull-out couching. Seems extreme, but you may recall that I have a very bad track record with McKay’s laundry facilities.
The next day I spent mostly with Ian and Monique. Being Valentines, it was possible for me to feel all third wheely and weird, but it a great time. They made dinner, including apple crumble, then we watched Romeo + Juliet, went to an interesting rave type situation, and then I did some more sleep on pullout couching. I generally felt welcome and happy and looked after, comfortable, and at ease. I gotta say I’m very grateful for the pleasant company and all the food, and I owe ‘em big time. Then this morning we went to a free tabla and sitar concert at the McMaster Museum of Art… very cool.
More about the rave thing: it sounded very cool from the flyer: 10-6, warehouse style venue, free before midnight, and Kenny Glasgow on decks (a relatively well-known for being from SW Ont DJ). Once we took the 2 buses and long walk in the freezing cold to arrive there, it became clear that the ‘warehouse’ style was largely a misnomer (yes!). The venue was a place called ‘London Lounge’ which was basically a grungy hole in the ground near the lovely industrial area of Hamilton. When we got there, we were informed that the no cover charge was for nights without a headliner, and that we’d have to pay 15 bucks a head to get in. We were gonna talk them down to 10, but they gave in before we had to talk to them, so we paid for the mandatory coat check and proceeded into the venue. The music was pretty good, it is fun to dance and I did much of that (I hadn’t really heard that Sat-is-fac-shun song in a place with wickedly large bass, so that was kinda cool though there were definitely other highlights). The seediness, maybe one could get past, but the big difficulty was the atmoshpere. The distinct impression that all three of us came away with was that the people putting on the show weren’t music lovers, but rather people looking for a way to make a quick buck. We had to stay a bit to make the money we had to pay worthwhile, but at around 2:15ish we called a cab and headed back to Monique’s place.
I had rehearsal today (the whole reason I’m here in the first place). We ran through the play 2 times, and I have to say it was definitely a good time: good fun in good company.. what’s to complain about that? So rehearsal is happily something I can look forward to. I think the play is coming together really well. It’s one of those plays that seems a bit iffy on first inspection. The script by itself sometimes just seems silly or weird, but now that we have all the energy plugging in, and everyone seems into it, it’s really damn funny and everyone’s having a good time. So now we just have to hope the audience will able to be in on the joke.
Currently, I’m angered by my lack of a cheese grater. I have this big hunk of cheese in my fridge, and I’d really like to be able to grate it all. I’m sure you all know that delicious goodness that resides in a bowl of grated cheese. So mom, remember when you suggested I bring a cheesegrater, and I scoffed and said “why would I want that in rez?”? Well, what goes around comes around I guess. Damn I want a grater, but in the meantime I guess it’s slices for me.