It's a Small World After All
We went down home this weekend for Mother's Day. I still marvel at how easy things have been, and how fortunate we both are in that, not only are we from the same town, but both our parents still live there. It just makes things so much easier.
Originally, we'd planned to get down there early in the morning and take Serdmom out for lunch, as she was a) working, b) going to Toronto on Sunday and c) we (The Singer, her family and I) had tickets to Beauty and the Beast. So, faced with waking up early, running around getting Mother's Day gifts and basically being stressed... we changed our plans.
Instead, we did our shopping and made plans to see my parents for dinner. It made things a lot easier. Part of the shopping involved a stop in Merrickville where I wanted to pick up Serdmom's Christmas present -- a package night at the Baldachin Inn, where the Singer and myself had stayed previously.
In the course of a simple trip to get a gift certificate, we had to wander through the town... as crow flies anyways, to get to Mrs. McGarrigle's Fine Mustard. I must say - it's just a hell of a lot of fun in there, especially the mustard sampling table.
On our way back to the car, we decided that we needed to stop in to the Yellow Canoe Cafe for lunch. After all, they were serving Roasted Red Pepper and Feta Frittata, of which I got the last piece. Thanks honey for securing that for me. We had a lunch that couldn't be beat, but since we couldn't go to sleep and not get up till the next morning, we headed off. And who would just happen to walk in at that very moment?
No, it wasn't Officer Obie calling to tell us that he'd found an envelope with our name on it at the bottom of a pile of garbage. It was the ladies sitting next to us at the Foolish Chicken the night before. To see two random people walking into a restaurant 50 miles away, less than 16 hours later is an amazing coincidence to say the least. Apparently people of excellent taste travel in small circles.
After dinner with my parents, we headed into Kingston to see the Kinsmen production of Beauty and the Beast, at the Grand. A Singer Family friend was cast in the lead role as Belle. And to my surprise, the role of Gaston was someone I'd gone to high school with - in fact he'd been Head Boy of the Student Council one year I was there (for some reason I seemed to keep being elected class rep).
So, two instances of random paths crossing - it's one of the things I find fascinating; how two people can go their separate ways some years earlier, and then turn up in just the oddest places. Perhaps its serendipity at work, I'm grateful that it's an exceedingly small world. After all, it would have been a lot harder to find the Singer if the world was large.
Originally, we'd planned to get down there early in the morning and take Serdmom out for lunch, as she was a) working, b) going to Toronto on Sunday and c) we (The Singer, her family and I) had tickets to Beauty and the Beast. So, faced with waking up early, running around getting Mother's Day gifts and basically being stressed... we changed our plans.
Instead, we did our shopping and made plans to see my parents for dinner. It made things a lot easier. Part of the shopping involved a stop in Merrickville where I wanted to pick up Serdmom's Christmas present -- a package night at the Baldachin Inn, where the Singer and myself had stayed previously.In the course of a simple trip to get a gift certificate, we had to wander through the town... as crow flies anyways, to get to Mrs. McGarrigle's Fine Mustard. I must say - it's just a hell of a lot of fun in there, especially the mustard sampling table.
On our way back to the car, we decided that we needed to stop in to the Yellow Canoe Cafe for lunch. After all, they were serving Roasted Red Pepper and Feta Frittata, of which I got the last piece. Thanks honey for securing that for me. We had a lunch that couldn't be beat, but since we couldn't go to sleep and not get up till the next morning, we headed off. And who would just happen to walk in at that very moment?
No, it wasn't Officer Obie calling to tell us that he'd found an envelope with our name on it at the bottom of a pile of garbage. It was the ladies sitting next to us at the Foolish Chicken the night before. To see two random people walking into a restaurant 50 miles away, less than 16 hours later is an amazing coincidence to say the least. Apparently people of excellent taste travel in small circles.
After dinner with my parents, we headed into Kingston to see the Kinsmen production of Beauty and the Beast, at the Grand. A Singer Family friend was cast in the lead role as Belle. And to my surprise, the role of Gaston was someone I'd gone to high school with - in fact he'd been Head Boy of the Student Council one year I was there (for some reason I seemed to keep being elected class rep).So, two instances of random paths crossing - it's one of the things I find fascinating; how two people can go their separate ways some years earlier, and then turn up in just the oddest places. Perhaps its serendipity at work, I'm grateful that it's an exceedingly small world. After all, it would have been a lot harder to find the Singer if the world was large.
posted by Serdic at 22:04
5 Comments:
You went to the NEWLY RENOVATED Grand Theatre and haven't even given a line to what you thought of it?! I haven't even been inside!
SHAME.
To be honest, I was a little annoyed with the fact that they were charging for programs, on top of a 38.75 ticket.
So, the NEWLY RENOVATED Grand Theatre can bite my Ukranian arse. They'll get no free advertisement from me.
btw... HI ALEX! =)
The NEWLY RENOVATED Grand Theatre is lovely, the seats are comfy, there's lots of leg room. I think they skipped the bathrooms in the renovations, though. Cramped and dark. Blergh.
And don't even get me started on them charging five bucks for programs. Grumble.
But don't other theatres charge for programs? This can hardly be a Grand Theatre-specific practice.
I'm very excited to see the inside. Apparently there's still "lots" of work to be done. Maybe they'll improve the bathrooms?
Sorry about that first one -- formatting was all screwed up. What I meant to say was:
Other theatres charge for the big glossy souvenir programs, with the production photos and extras. But I've never been in another theatre where you had to pay to get a list of the names of the cast, crew, and orchestra. And if they aren't going to give out at least a piece of paper with those names on it, a cast/crew list should be displayed prominently in the lobby.
They sell the programs as a fundraiser for the Kinsmen Club, and while I can respect that, I also think it's incredible disrespectful to the people who put their hearts and souls into these shows to not give a list of their names to every patron. Charge me for the program, I'll keep it as a souvenir, that's fine, but don't make me pay to find out the name of the person playing Belle, or playing first violin in the pit, or changing the set pieces. That information should be provided to every patron, free of charge.
IMHO, of course. ;-)
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