I went this weekend with my significant other and, interestingly enough, my mother to see a production of Rent which toured its way through Calgary last week. It's taken a few days for the experience to really percolate.
A number of words describing it come rather quickly to mind. Not the least of which being masterpiece. It was truly an amazing performance and one that I'd recommend to anybody (Just not in Calgary, since it toured its way out of here on Sunday). It's a powerful show, with amazing characters and wonderful music. We had good seats too. Main floor, center, close to the front.
Yes, I enjoyed it. The music is rather catchy, too. I've had it bouncing around in my head since Saturday afternoon, and it really doesn't bother me that much.
Saturday goes in the books as a good day. A good show, the company of a beautiful young woman, a nice dinner afterwards, a walk in the park... Really, what could make that day any better? I'm really trying to think of something that could be added to it, and I'm drawing a complete blank.
Well, we went to a movie theater, just because we could, to see The Whole Ten Yards. That put a smidge of a damper on everything. Not exactly a movie I would pay full-price to see. Which works out well, since we went to the cheapie theatres. It was just a truly, truly amazing day.
On a separate issue, Calgary wins a couple of hockey games and the whole town goes nuts. It's like the whole city has hockey fever. Everybody and his brother is dressed in a hockey jersey. There's a Calgary Flames flag hanging on every other car (mine doesn't have one, just because I refuse to let myself get swept up in the hype). The whole town went nuts when we ousted Detroit. Not that I'm not as excited as the next guy about Calgary's recent success on the hockey rink, but c'mon people, curb your enthusiasm just a little bit.
Although, admittedly, being a Flames fan has to have been somewhat rough over the last few (like, fifteen) years. This is the first time we've made the playoffs in eight years, and nobody gave us a chance in hell of making it far. The most common viewpoint was that Detroit would flatten us in five games. Instead we beat them in six. To say that this was not unsurprising would be something of an understatement.
Interestingly enough, you see a lot more people playing street hockey as a consequence. Driving home has become something of a hazard because you have these twelve-year-olds running back and forth in the street trying to score. I swear someone's going to get creamed by a car that doesn't see them coming around a corner. Darwinism in action. It's out of sheer paranoia that I don't travel any faster than about 10 kph as I get close to home. At that speed, even if someone magically appears directly in front of my front bumper, I should still be able to stop in time. I mean, heck, I don't want to dent the front of my car... and twelve-year-olds are so hard to clean out of the front grille.
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