I must be the only one that likes this heat… well at least a few minutes of it. I’m usually always cold, so this level of heat saturates the coolness that constantly pervades my bones. The other day I got a hot stone massage and the massage therapist said, “your hands are so cold – here, hold a stone!”
It was so nice to get pampered at the spa and celebrate a dear friend’s upcoming wedding. We went to Chotto Matte for dinner and I was pleasantly surprised by all the vegetarian options. Good conversation and long-lasting friendships are a great addition to any weekend.
It’s been odd having these few weeks that are not as busy – no upcoming comedy shows, a bit of a dance break for the summer (the pic for this post is from my last flamenco show), and no trips to Ottawa planned! I’m trying to get back to the open mic circuit and practice some new material, because…. drumroll… I’m opening for Sindhu Vee again!!! On March 17 in St. Albans, England. I got the idea when my cousin told me that a bunch of them got tickets. And I reached out to Sindhu, who said, “Let’s do it.” (What!). And looks like I’ll have a much longer set this time – not confirmed but it could be 20 minutes!! This is so exciting and an incredible opportunity. It gives me a chance to work out the longer bits and stories I’ve been drafting, and not have to worry about cramming in all my jokes or running out of time. I’m a bit worried that they won’t understand me (I mean, I can barely understand what my British niece says half the time). But then again the Brits are more accustomed to the accent because most movies and shows are in an American accent. Phew.
I’m reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s All the Way to the River. It’s a beautiful book – honestly everything she writes, fiction and non-fiction is a reflection of authenticity, hard work, and just sheer talent. She has a way with words, there is no denying it. I reveled in her beautiful prose when I read Eat, Pray, Love. This book also has her original poems scattered throughout. She is a hopeless overgiver, disadvantaged by being a woman who are notorious for loving too much, trying to make it all ok. Even though studies have shown that it’s the men who benefit from the relationship the most. From page 69:
… the imabalance this causes me to feel rather cross whenever I watch yet another dumb romantic movie about a woman who is desperately trying to get some dude to marry her, even as the man tries to avoid being “trapped” in her web. If these stories told the truth from a sociological standpoint, the woman would be running for her literal life to get away from the institution of marriage, while the man would be begging her to take care of him forever so he can live long and prosper. – Elizbeth Gilbert
I have to say I love dumb romantic movies, especially watching them with my Mom at Christmas. Happy endings are the best. It’s a formula, and you know there will be closure before you go to bed. Like every evening when the sun sets, there is closure to the day. And it’s always good if you catch a glimpse of sun rays… telling you that whatever the day brought you, it’s time to wind down… or on summer nights, maybe it’s a sign to put on your high heels and find a patio.
She's Come Undone 