Jessica-I have completed items 1 through 3 of my "to do" list, and I'm at updating this blog. Yay! Next up is to shave my legs. Arg. I have let them grow free for the winter, and am very hesitant to rid myself of the hair as I love the sensation of the wind blowing through my leg hairs as I prance around during my interpretive dance classes. Hahaha!
Yes, the weekend, the weekend, the events and such.
Well, I will begin with supper on Friday night. Friend P and I had to have a quick-ish supper due to my cell phone dying and also the fact that I am a giant idiot. We had planned to go to Pulcinella as we have both travelled to Italy and wanted some real pizza. The staff smoothly accommodated our hurried needs and the drinks were lovely. The pizza, for me, was a disappointment though. The problem, ultimately, was lack of flavour on the pizza, followed by a bit too much of a charred resonance. I would not be hugely object to return seeing as I was very impressed with the quality of service, but I would have to have appies or something. (Something=booze.)
Next up, we went to see Eddie Izzard perform his "Stripped" show. He is a popular English comedian. Izzard bills himself as "a card carrying transvestite," however, he was not wearing anything overly unusual during the gig. The Stripped show was loosely based around following the human's search for God and meaning and the like, from Cro-Magnon man, to the Roman empire, to today's society. He also went on countless non-sequitars during the show, and those are really where he shone. It was neat to learn something while having a few laughs, but for me, the true laughs were few and far between. I'm not sure why, but I think it may have been for the same reason English expat P loved them- his humor was peppered with references to English-isms, such as theme songs to popular children's shows. If I was living abroad and I saw a comedian who joked about Kids in the Hall and the Littlest Hobo, I would be jizzing in my pants, too.
The next day I did the garden thing avec Liz. She summed up the garden fabulously, but I just wanted to add that sometime later in the summer, the garden will be open to the public for "u-pick" hours, where fresh and organic produce are available at prices only a volunteer operated garden with corporate grants can offer!
Then, Eat! Eat! Which is Awesome! Awesome! in my book. Another fine review by Liz. And the friggin' arms DO come off of half of the chairs!
That evening, friend E and I dined at Minh Chau for supper. It is a very fine Vietnamese restaurant also located in Inglewood. It has a large menu but I unfortunately rarely verge from my favorite few dishes, such as #53. It is the bomb. The owner/waitress reminds me of a love child of Liza Minelli and a Cheshire cat. I love how she purrs "good to see you again" while her artificial beauty mark winks at me from the side of her mouth. E had a stir fried veggie/tofu combo with wide rice noodles and pronounced it "very good."
That evening E and I were going to go to a play presented by a theater troupe from the Mustard Seed Theatre Troupe. I didn't know too much about it, other than it was loosely based on a Greek tragedy, and I knew a few of the performers. It was first-come-first serve ticket sales. I was late. Idiot! By the time we got there, the tickets were sold out. Sads. I learned that the three night run was sold out every night, which on one hand, is very encouraging for the arts community, but sucks for me. Oh well, I saw the peeps I knew, gave them a hug, and tried to break their legs with a crowbar I brought with me, until E explained to me that "break a leg" is just a figurative way of saying "good luck."
So we headed down to Alberta Theatre Projects to see wtf was going on there. We scored rush tickets for the show that night, Communion. First of all, the rush tickets were only $23, down from $60, and I was so satisfied by the savings, I didn't care if the play was a total piece of shit.
Which it was NOT, it was quite a lovely show. Communion is a three woman show, and was basically about mothers, daughters, and therapists. It had a great build and climax, and the acting was superb. Saturday was its closing night, but if another production came up, I would recommend it. I think ATP is always a solid bet, I've seen several shows by ATP, and have never been disappointed.
I am tired now. I will write more stuff about stuff later.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Le Mo Guest-Blogs!
Hey, so I read your blog and tried to leave a comment, but it was being bitchy and crappy and wouldn’t let me leave one! The AUDACITY! Here is my comment:
My second example of this is when I saw Amy Millan at the hipster trash club known as the Hi Fi. There was this girl standing beside me throughout the show calling everyone she knew to tell them that she was at the concert and that she loved her so much! If you love her so goddamn much, get the fuck off your phone and listen to the music!
- Le Mo, Vancouver
Sunday, May 16, 2010
May 14/15/16 in Calgary...
LIZ
Why is it always so bloody difficult for me to remember how to sign in to this blog?
7 tries later and here I am, finally committing to update about this weekends' happenings and my thoughts on them.
Friday night was an Inglewood Melrose Place (to be hereafter referred to as IMP) party.
It began with double mojitos and (shudder) tequila shots at Village Cantina. This was my second time at the Cantina and my review is as follows:
Excellent patio atmosphere (not so much for the couple sitting near us, their romantic eve was effectively ruined... meh). Hilarious wait staff with the perfect amount of sass. Delicious mojitos, high-quality tequila that doesn't burn your throat and make you want to die.
Village Catina
On Saturday morning (after somehow miraculously avoiding a hangover) I visited the Inglewood Community Garden - Cornucopia - for the first time.
The garden is beautiful, veggies of every imaginable type - some I've never even heard of. Relaxed atmosphere, amazing way to spend a sunny afternoon. Best of all - after an initial 5 hours, volunteers receive a free pound of produce for every hour in the garden - booyakasha! I feel my summer will be overflowing with garden-fresh veg. Anyone can join the garden - come join in my new favorite summer hobby (aside from drinking, obvs).
Cornucopia
Post-Garden lunch took place at Eat! Eat! (again, in Inglewood).
Review: very friendly waitstaff, casual atmosphere, local art covers the walls, and according to Jessica the arms come off the chairs. I tried the fish tacos which were good - didn't fall apart - although my dipping sauces & salsa were all drowning in cilantro - which I notoriously hate. I won't fault Eat! Eat! for it's overuse of cilantro - some people love it. All in all - I will probably take my mom there for lunch.
Eat! Eat! on Urban Spoon
Being the domestic goddess that I am, I completely forgot I'd alluded to my friend that I would home-cook dinner for the two of us - my bad! Dinner was semi-enjoyed at an old favorite - Glory of India.
I've always enjoyed the food at G.O.I. - particularly the butter chicken - yummo! - and the highly entertaining Bollywood music videos. But this particular dining experience was horribly marred by the presence of an enormous gaggle of children. Not just children, screaming, running, hyper, insane kids. First of all - who brings their kids to restaurants? That's why babysitters exist. Secondly - if you really must bring them, do us all a favor and teach them at least the most basic of table manners (sit, elbows off the table, stfu). While the food was still just delish as ever, I'll be wary of heading back any time soon knowing that this nightmare could potentially happen again.
Glory of India
Saturday night was a concert I've been looking forward to for weeks - The Tallest Man on Earth - at The Local 522 on 6ave & 5st SW.
The last time I saw a concert at Local 522 I learned that you really have to be sitting on the right-hand side of the bar if you want to actually see anything (while it's a cool venue, not actually all that conducive for concerts). I made a huge stink to my friend about getting there early/right as the doors opened in order to ensure ourselves a table on the right. We arrived at 8:00 on the nose, and to my horror - there were no tables. I had a moment of sheer panic as I realized - "Oh frig... this is a standing concert..."
Important side-note - I tower over midgets and children at 5'3 - I hate standing concerts!
We were able to finagle a spot against the booth seating on the opposite side which provided for a just-ok view when sitting on top of the booth.
Review of concert: didn't start until later than scheduled which is always the case. I've never understood this - what else does the band have to do that night?? The opening band was ok, I couldn't really understand anything the lead singer was saying (plus I wasn't really paying attention) - so that is the worst review ever.
Tallest Man finally came on and gave an amazing live performance. Awesome stage-presence, excellent live performer. The only downfall was that he didn't play for very long - maybe an hour? Albeit his songs are all pretty short.
Another downfall of Local 522 is that it seems to be an extremely LOUD venue. For some reason people just don't shut up during the performance! Everyone continues talking, shouting at each other above the music! Confusion - the show was sold out, you needed a ticket just to get in the door, clearly everyone was there for the concert - why won't they shut up??! My theory is that the chatter is due to the fact that 3/4 of the bar can't see the stage (damn you standing concerts!).
Funny side note - there was actually a guy in the audience who was about 8ft tall.
Awkward venue aside - Tallest Man on Earth is definitely worth listening to.
Listen!
There, I've finally updated *pats self on back*. Now - will anyone read this? I don't know.
I'll leave you with this - I spent Sunday afternoon with Tony Tighe, he came to my apartment, we edited, he shot a stand-up against my beautiful (100 year old) brick wall, we chatted, it was magical. Tony Tighe is a stand-up man, very polite and courteous - I would trust his consumer report any day!!
Until the next ridiculous weekend.
- Liz
Why is it always so bloody difficult for me to remember how to sign in to this blog?
7 tries later and here I am, finally committing to update about this weekends' happenings and my thoughts on them.
Friday night was an Inglewood Melrose Place (to be hereafter referred to as IMP) party.
It began with double mojitos and (shudder) tequila shots at Village Cantina. This was my second time at the Cantina and my review is as follows:
Excellent patio atmosphere (not so much for the couple sitting near us, their romantic eve was effectively ruined... meh). Hilarious wait staff with the perfect amount of sass. Delicious mojitos, high-quality tequila that doesn't burn your throat and make you want to die.
Village Catina
On Saturday morning (after somehow miraculously avoiding a hangover) I visited the Inglewood Community Garden - Cornucopia - for the first time.
The garden is beautiful, veggies of every imaginable type - some I've never even heard of. Relaxed atmosphere, amazing way to spend a sunny afternoon. Best of all - after an initial 5 hours, volunteers receive a free pound of produce for every hour in the garden - booyakasha! I feel my summer will be overflowing with garden-fresh veg. Anyone can join the garden - come join in my new favorite summer hobby (aside from drinking, obvs).
Cornucopia
Post-Garden lunch took place at Eat! Eat! (again, in Inglewood).
Review: very friendly waitstaff, casual atmosphere, local art covers the walls, and according to Jessica the arms come off the chairs. I tried the fish tacos which were good - didn't fall apart - although my dipping sauces & salsa were all drowning in cilantro - which I notoriously hate. I won't fault Eat! Eat! for it's overuse of cilantro - some people love it. All in all - I will probably take my mom there for lunch.
Eat! Eat! on Urban Spoon
Being the domestic goddess that I am, I completely forgot I'd alluded to my friend that I would home-cook dinner for the two of us - my bad! Dinner was semi-enjoyed at an old favorite - Glory of India.
I've always enjoyed the food at G.O.I. - particularly the butter chicken - yummo! - and the highly entertaining Bollywood music videos. But this particular dining experience was horribly marred by the presence of an enormous gaggle of children. Not just children, screaming, running, hyper, insane kids. First of all - who brings their kids to restaurants? That's why babysitters exist. Secondly - if you really must bring them, do us all a favor and teach them at least the most basic of table manners (sit, elbows off the table, stfu). While the food was still just delish as ever, I'll be wary of heading back any time soon knowing that this nightmare could potentially happen again.
Glory of India
Saturday night was a concert I've been looking forward to for weeks - The Tallest Man on Earth - at The Local 522 on 6ave & 5st SW.
The last time I saw a concert at Local 522 I learned that you really have to be sitting on the right-hand side of the bar if you want to actually see anything (while it's a cool venue, not actually all that conducive for concerts). I made a huge stink to my friend about getting there early/right as the doors opened in order to ensure ourselves a table on the right. We arrived at 8:00 on the nose, and to my horror - there were no tables. I had a moment of sheer panic as I realized - "Oh frig... this is a standing concert..."
Important side-note - I tower over midgets and children at 5'3 - I hate standing concerts!
We were able to finagle a spot against the booth seating on the opposite side which provided for a just-ok view when sitting on top of the booth.
Review of concert: didn't start until later than scheduled which is always the case. I've never understood this - what else does the band have to do that night?? The opening band was ok, I couldn't really understand anything the lead singer was saying (plus I wasn't really paying attention) - so that is the worst review ever.
Tallest Man finally came on and gave an amazing live performance. Awesome stage-presence, excellent live performer. The only downfall was that he didn't play for very long - maybe an hour? Albeit his songs are all pretty short.
Another downfall of Local 522 is that it seems to be an extremely LOUD venue. For some reason people just don't shut up during the performance! Everyone continues talking, shouting at each other above the music! Confusion - the show was sold out, you needed a ticket just to get in the door, clearly everyone was there for the concert - why won't they shut up??! My theory is that the chatter is due to the fact that 3/4 of the bar can't see the stage (damn you standing concerts!).
Funny side note - there was actually a guy in the audience who was about 8ft tall.
Awkward venue aside - Tallest Man on Earth is definitely worth listening to.
Listen!
There, I've finally updated *pats self on back*. Now - will anyone read this? I don't know.
I'll leave you with this - I spent Sunday afternoon with Tony Tighe, he came to my apartment, we edited, he shot a stand-up against my beautiful (100 year old) brick wall, we chatted, it was magical. Tony Tighe is a stand-up man, very polite and courteous - I would trust his consumer report any day!!
Until the next ridiculous weekend.
- Liz
Saturday, May 15, 2010
we got in! we got in!
Liz looks like a fucking dumbass with her baby blue rubber gloves on.
She says lots of people use rubber gloves and it protects your hands from hot and gross dishwater, you bitch.
That basically sums both Jess and Liz and our friendship up. We go places, do things, and talk about them.
Talk about the blog.
Location: Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Mission: Break some bread. Sip a drink or two. See a play or concert. Have an adventure. Repeat.
Jess- ugh, is this shit I'm writing too pretentious? I'm feeling like I'm trying too hard to be cool.
Liz- Aren't you always? Go to the window to finish your drink. I don't trust you near my computer.
Done.
She says lots of people use rubber gloves and it protects your hands from hot and gross dishwater, you bitch.
That basically sums both Jess and Liz and our friendship up. We go places, do things, and talk about them.
Talk about the blog.
Location: Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Mission: Break some bread. Sip a drink or two. See a play or concert. Have an adventure. Repeat.
Jess- ugh, is this shit I'm writing too pretentious? I'm feeling like I'm trying too hard to be cool.
Liz- Aren't you always? Go to the window to finish your drink. I don't trust you near my computer.
Done.
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