Friday, Jul. 02, 2004 - 6:08 a.m.
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Off Jazz on Canada Day
Well, it is already past 6am. So much for getting the dog washed, the bathroom cleaned, the backyard trimmed, garbage put out etc etc. hehe. I really have to stop being so ambitious. It just makes me feel inadequate when I don't live up to my projected goals. Sigh!
I had a lovely day. I hung out in the park with an ice tea and some of the other doggy owners, and brushed my doggies (in anticipation of her having a bath tonight). One of the other women (a dyke... non, a LESBIAN, not a dyke) said that I am not the only one who dislikes mr. smarmy, a guy who always sneers at me, always finds some way to either put down what i'm saying, or agree in a tone that shows he thinks I am out to lunch, or comes up with something disparaging to say. I said I didn't like the guy (when he left today arm and arm with a couple of other women... straight femmey ones)... and the lesbian said "you're not the only one. He is horribly misogynist". mmmm. And then she said something about him being gay and the straight girls liked that. mmm. For some reason, since he was so misogynist yet chummy with the straight girls I assumed he was straight. Very interesting. I guess that explains why he never seems to have a girlfriend. But I've never seen him with a boyfriend either. Just his dogs and some of the other doggy owners with whom he seems to get on like wildfire, with his smarmy fake smile. I dunno. He gives me the creeps.
Anyways, other than mr. smarmy, a really nice afternoon in the park. Then I got cleaned up (ie a white shirt which I would NEVER wear with the doggy!) and went to meet my friend l"Ecrivaine across town for dinner.
She had spotted some Caribbean resto near the metro station and wanted to try it out. She had second thoughts when we arrived and it was deserted, but the menu looked good. So we went in. Totally the kind of place I wouldve ended up in with ob, checking out the downhome cooking from another culture. The food totally ended up being great, and no nonsense, and the service lovely. I had curried chicken with plantain, and some spinach mush stuff which was delicious. The rice had blackeyed peas in it. And I had a pineapple pop... sort of a carbonated pineapple juice. L'Ecrivaine had BBQ chicken with rice and a ginger beer, which was delicious, like a cool refreshing version of gingerbread. mmm.
Unfortunately we were so full after totally finishing off our plates that we had no room to try any of the desserts or other drinks. They also had many kinds of fish and jamaican patties etc. I'd like to go back.
After the chatty meal, we headed off to the OFF-Jazz Festival (we have a huge international Jazz Fest here in Montreal every summer) show l'Ecrivaine had bought tickets to. The venue was cozy and cute, but the spectators were sparse. The group was from Nova Scotia and were called "Les Blancs Brillants" Dany Oore Trio. (According to another site, saxophonist Dany Oore is Halifax's most adventurous artist!!) The mc introduced them as two brothers and a friend, whom he had met at Banff (School of Fine Arts). Well, jeesh, it was like a trip down memory lane to me, since they turned out to be a bunch of artsy fartsy white boys who liked to goof around and make noise, much like the ones I hung with when I was in Banff.
Not really something you need to pay to hear. It started out with them removing their shirts and donning white coveralls and huge white tshirts, and other bizarre items, such as a SARS type white face mask, prospectors headlamps, and one guy put a pair of white underwear on his head over his huge fluffy hair. mmm. It just got worse. They basically played every toy and instrument they could get their hands on, including the balloons hanging off their mics, (which l'Ecrivaine said sounded like wet farts to a reggae beat), toy kazoos and well, just anything that could make noise. Every once in awhile they managed to have a beat. Every once in awhile. It just seemed they were interminably (like for two hours before the first pause) making improv noise with all their toys. Goofy. I bet their parents were glad they were in a bar in Montreal and not doing that once again at home.
L'Ecrivaine said she was glad her girlfriend wasn't there, cuz there would be a lot of disparaging comments about the spending of public funds on the arts (since they had been "discovered" at Banff). We left at the pause, and in that we were more polite than the other ten people who walked out while they played. I did score a bite-sized Coffee Crisp bar... one of the guys was making opening the bag crackling sounds with a huge bag of them, and then threw them at the audience. We also got handed balloons (to "play") and other things like bells and tambourines, so got to clatter along a bit with them. I clinked my glass with my spoon. yay.
So, it was an amusing night with good food. After fleeing the "music", l'Ecrivaine and I sat outside on a bench and chatted for another two hours. I realize that most of the friends I have that have lasted over the years (I know l'Ecrivaine for a good 12 years now) are chatty. A good thing. yeah.
I didn't get home til quite late since we chatted til the last metro, nearly 1am. And then i goofed up and got off one metro stop too early, and had to walk (and windowshop boohoo) about 15 minutes to get to my bike. Walk the doggie and then do some sketches for the adult language book (some for TO and some for the states)...
And thus it is 6:28 am now and I have not washed the doggy or clipped the back lawn. But that's fine. A nice day. Happy Canada Day to me happy canada day to me.
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"Kerry is well on his way to reaching his magic number of 2,162. That's the total number of delegates he needs to win the Democratic nomination. See for President Bush it's different, his magic number is 5. That's the number of Supreme Court judges needed to win."
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