old soul sundays

1. being an edmonontonian during playoffs means that at some point during playoffs you will go to the bar and watch the 'big game', you will lament the fact that the oilers were totally dominated by san jose (or whoever) the night before, and you will sympathize with the frat boy crying in his beer at the end of the third period, you may even cry.

there's something universal about hockey, about the playoffs. i think, probably, it's something that speaks to our national identity. we get caught up in both the patriotic and regional glory and the competition. i think canadians need hockey.

during the regular season i could give a shit less about hockey. i go to maybe one game a year and watch less than that but when clarice suggested we head over to a 'bar' to watch the game i never thought for a second to say no. and it was fun. we sighed and guffawed with the crowd and we watched as the oilers were completely dominated. we used phrases like, 'they just need to regroup; they'll pick it up tomorrow" and "it's really too bad they couldn't start the series at home..." etc.

a pint of beer, nachos and hockey. and the question: "what if we lived our whole lives like this? hockey, beer, a trip in from the suburbs to watch the game among the 'freaks' on whyte..." i guess last night we were living our lives like that...

2. he laughed too loud at his own jokes.
he was a rockstar...a madtv rockstar.

two of them. two new people. one lovely but slightly intense and strange. he talked a lot, laughed loud. it was nice. his laugh was loud. LOUD.

the second one is a mini-celebrity, it was a night of mini-celebs, actally-which is strange but whatever...this first mini-celeb. used to do some plays in edmitten. he spends most of his time living and being awesome in L.A. he used to work on madtv and now he does impressions of clay aiken on craig kilbourne or something...i don't know. he was all about the funny. ALL about the funny...

...and his eyebrows were exceptionally well manicured. his sideburns too, come to think about it.

3. when given third or fourth chance for someone to make a first impression i always take it and run with it. one of my favourite things in the whole entire world is being proved wrong about people.

he's pretty 'famous' in our little edmonton theatre scene. people want to work with him. people want to be him. people want to fuck him. i thought he was a prick. he is a prick but he's very aware of it and i think his pricky moments are reserved for the people who deserve it-and trust me, there are people in this community that are deserving of prickish behaviour. but we talked about sex and thai hookers and theatre and big cities and i have an insane amount of respect for him. i dig him. officially. my position has been changed and i like it.

i'm a pretty nice person, i think, but i'm hella judgemental and i know it. i'm working on giving people a chance because you never know right? i guess i'm lucky i'm a judgemental bitch who likes being proved wrong.

i expected none of this last night. i expected to chill and chat and catch up with clarice-one of my favourite people in the entire world-and we did but the evening ended in surprise and a nice hug and a new found appreciation. i LOVE when that shit happens.

i'm thanking the old soul music for making us all a little more 'in tune'. thanks aretha and the blackdog!