Alrighty, it looks like it’s that time again for a SHOUT OUT!!
This week my Shout Out goes to Allison who works at the Box Office at the Rebecca Cohn Auditorium in Halifax.
Melissa and I had tickets to see the Jim Cuddy Band TONIGHT but yesterday morning found out about this shitty snowstorm we’re now encountering and realized there was likely no way we’d be making the trek into the City.
So, I emailed Allison at the Box Office and pleaded with her, well, sorta…trying to invoke pity and humor. Here’s a copy of the note:
I have purchased tickets for tomorrow’s concert with Jim Cuddy. My
tickets were purchased online and are waiting at the box office as I
am in the Annapolis Valley.
I realize that the website states that there are no refunds unless a
concert/show/event is cancelled but I’m wondering with the current
weather forecasts of heavy snowfall warning (and ice pellets in the
Valley) if A) there would be any chance of a refund or B) what the
chance is for a cancellation of the show.
I am really hoping that the weather will change as I want to attend
the concert but with travels of an hour and a half both ways I’d
prefer to not risk my life if I didn’t have to.
If there is any way to manage a refund (I made my purchase with a
Visa), please let me know and I will/can phone to make such
I appreciate any help in this regard.
Well, she said no to the refund. 😦 But she did email me again and said, although they’re not supposed to (sssssshhh!!), if we could get there for last night’s show she would exchange our tickets for the best she had.
It was a scramble but Melissa and I made it happen. AND we had wicked center seats. It was a beautiful show…very intimate at times and highly energetic at others. AND Melissa and I made some interesting new friends who I threatened to separate if they did not settle down. 😛
All-in-all, it was a great night.
So…thank you Allison. I’m glad we made it and I’m even more happy that we didn’t have to throw away more than a hundred bucks.
Because I’m a huge LOSER I thought it’d be funny (sorta) to tell you what’s on my mind right now.
I’m sitting at my desk in my office and enjoying a nice little medley of veggies and rice for lunch. The only problem? I HATE when my foods are mixed. My OCD is kicking into high gear.
Normally I would NEVER allow my food to touch….and certainly not be mixed. If it were so I would have to separate each item. But hell! I only have a half hour to eat….and now I’m wasting that time bitching about it….*sigh*
Anyway, just a lame, random post of my irregularity as a human being. Hope y’all are having a great day.
Alrighty….so, last night, after spending a wonderful day with Blair and Abby I was talking to Blair about my blog. He laughed at me a bit but once I explained things to him a bit I think he might understand my love of blogging – I DID have to compare it with his need to play hockey, but hey, whatever works, right?
Shortly after, I pondered my next post…and I decided I’m gonna start giving a Shout Out of the week. A kind of “kudos” to people I think are doing something exciting or meaningful or something to be proud of.
So, the Cherry Post (yes I did just say that) goes to my friend JAIME!
The reason behind the SHOUT: Jaime recently joined the gym and she has been doing so great with it. I know that for some people a daily workout is often a struggle and time consuming and loathsome (I am one of those freaks that CRAVES my workout) but Jaime has been getting her butt in gear and heading out consistently. Way to go!! Jaime, I told you this already but I’m making it public: I AM PROUD OF YOU!! Keep up the amazing work, girl.
Oh, and just for a little lighter reading: Last week I was at the gym with Jaime and totally spazzed on the treadmill. I went down to my knees while it was in full tilt and TRIED TRIED TRIED to keep going, as not to fly off and smash into the wall behind me. (I still don’t know what happened….I had been at the doctor the day before for headaches and dizzy spells so….I’m gonna blame it on that.) Jaime just about lost her lunch laughing at me. Seriously, still thinking back to it it makes me laugh uncontrollably. I thought she was gonna pee her pants. Part of me wishes she had done so. 😀
To make matters worse…the next day we’re back on the treadmill and I’d hopped off to readjust the fan or something…when I jumped back on I totally forgot that I’d left the damn thing running and nearly had a repeat fall. Jaime likes going to the gym with me. 😀
ANYWAYS: SHOUT OUT TO JAIME!!!
I thought about posting about this the other day and now that I’ve had a request for it I guess my mind’s been made up.
Monday, November 7, 2011: Dr. Conrad Murray was convicted of Involuntary Manslaughter in the death of Pop Icon Michael Jackson in 2009.
Just as I watched the verdicts in the OJ Simpson trial, the Michael Jackson (alleged) child abuse case, and just this past summer the Casey Anthony case (should have been guilty!! RIP Caylee), Blair and I watched the verdict come in for Dr. Murray.
Although I am happy that he was found guilt, I do have mixed feelings about the whole thing. I dunno. I grew up listening to Michael Jackson and his death was a huge shock. Many people couldn’t care less but for me, being a child of the 80’s, it was a big deal.
Here’s my wayward take on it: I think Dr. Murray was wrong. He swore an oath when he became a doctor, to do no harm in his practice….in fact, the Classic version of the Hippocratic Oath states; “I will neither give a deadly drug to anybody if asked for it, nor will I make a suggestion to this effect. In purity and holiness I will guard my life and my art.” Dr. Murrary went against the Oath when he decided to help Jackson ease his suffering.
I think Dr. Murrary may have felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. Here was this icon of a man – his employer – begging for help. Asking his personal physician to help soothe the constant pain he was in.
But Michael wasn’t asking for Advil. The drug he requested, Propofol, an anesthetic, was not something that should have ever been administered to him. There was no reasoning for it. And Dr. Murrary should have said no.
But he didn’t say no and now a man is dead. A family is without their son, brother, father, uncle. And a world is without his music.
As I watched the verdict for Murray come thru I said to Blair; “he’s so emotionless.” But the longer I watched and the more coverage I see I can see the pain in his face and the burden he will now carry for the rest of his life.
May God be with him and bring him peace and comfort. May the Jackson family and the music community give him forgiveness. May we be compassionate to him as he now struggles with the rest of his life.
RIP Michael Jackson. We miss you.
PS Thanks Elizabeth for the push for this post.
Almost Famous is one of those movies that you either get, or you don’t. You either love it, or you don’t.
Well, I love it. And I get it. I think almost more than any other movie (I might get Hamlet and Les Mis just a little more…I relate to Ophelia and Eponine – but that’s a whole other blog!).
The idea of being a “Band-Aid” – as Sapphire (Fairuza Balk) says “they will never know what it means to be a fan. To love some silly little piece of music so much that it hurts.” I get that.
The music aside, one of the other reasons I love this movie so much is the characters. The emotional attachment to them….and them to each other.
There’s a pivotal scene in the film where Penny Lane (Kate Hudson) is waiting departure on a place. William (Patrick Fugit) is inside the terminal and the two have just gone thru a trainwreck of a night. Their connection is strong and they’ve now bonded in a way that they have with no other. They’ve bonded for life, perhaps.
In this particular scene Penny realizes something – whether it’s the recollection that starry-eyed William loves her, or that she nearly died the night before, or that tthey have just discovered this connection or that now she’s alone and leaving – she is overcome with some form of knowledge and almost a grief. I think this is my favorite part of the movie (with, perhaps the exception of the Tiny Dancer scene). I relate to Penny’s raction. To whatever she’s feeling, even tho I am not 100% sure of what exactly it is she’s feeling in those moments, I KNOW I’ve felt it. There is something so beautiful and tragic in the whole thing. It makes me want to scoop her up and hold her close and tell her that it WILL be alright.
That feeling – whether it’s pain, wonderment, fear, love, emptiness – it’s realization of something. I have had that feeling. I have had it recently. I have felt it many times.
Brad Pitt was initially set to play Russell Hammond (Billy Crudup) – “the guitarist with mystique” – whom Penny is in love with. But eventually Pitt dropped out because he said he just didn’t “get it” – WTF?? How could he not get it? I’m so glad he didn’t do this project because with him as Russell, I don’t know if I would have gotten it.
Now, everyone go out and watch Almost Famous. It’s a wonderful movie with a kick=ass soundtrack.
Several years ago I was in a meeting with a group of people I didn’t know. There was probably 20-30 people in total. The seat to my left was left vacant. But several minutes into the meeting a man came and took the seat. I had not seen his face. I knew nothing about him. But I was pulled to his direction. Physically pulled. My body turned toward him and I stared at the back of his head for the longest time. It seemed like hours before I did get to see his face. But all that time before I could feel an attraction to him. Not an “I think he’s hot!” attraction but more a gravitational attraction. As if something else was at work. I mean, how can you be that attracted to someone you’ve never even seen??
When I did see his face he reminded me of someone. In fact, the back of his head reminded me of someone. I’m not sure who. And although he eventually told me his name was Phil, I kept wanting to call him Steve. He LOOKED like a Steve.
Later that day the team had a group dinner and he and I were seated sorta opposite each other. And although there were tons of other people around we could really only focus on each other.
In the late evening several of the team members were having drinks and at the end of the night he and I weren’t ready to call it quits so we stayed at the lounge and talked. For hours. It was as if I’d known him my whole life. I felt like I was talking to one of my best girlfriends. How was this possible?
See, the thing about me is that I am uncomfortable all the time. You’d never know it because I am such a social butterfly and I love the spotlight but I am actually very uncomfortable AND I HATE making eye contact with people..even with some of my closest friends. But with this person I was relaxed and comfortable and I could have talked to him all night. I was at ease with him. And at the end of the meeting I was sad that we had to part ways.
I haven’t seen him since, and it was several years ago but I’ve never forgotten it. I’ve never forgotten how he made me feel and how closely bonded I felt to him. And sometimes I wonder if he had known him in a life before.
I never really considered that before….I’m not sure if I even believe in it….but I can’t shake it, even after all this time, that feeling. Remembering how I was drawn to him in a physical manner, in a way that I’d never been drawn to anyone before, makes me wonder if we already knew each other – without even knowing it.
Something to think about, eh?