My Contemporary Canadian Fiction class went to see Corvette Crossing last night at the Alderney Landing Theatre, and we’ll be writing reviews instead of midterms. Excellent play, though I hear you might have trouble getting tickets. I also want to give a quick shout-out to Shannon; it was nice to see a familiar face!
But before that I was hanging out at the Gorsebrook with a Newfoundlander friend of mine, and apparently “a few drinks” in Newfie means two shared pitchers plus two singles apiece. (I’m joking here.) He would have done well in Eastern Europe. I ran away from the Gorsebrook at 7:25, got to the ferry terminal at 7:45, arrived at Alderney Gate at 7:57 and got my ticket for the play that started at 8:00. Zoom, zoom, zoom. It’s a good thing the theatre is in the same complex as the ferry!
And before that, I ran up to King’s looking for a copy of Timothy Findlay’s The Wars. I figured I could squeeze it in between my second class and meeting Jeremy at the pub, but I was wrong, because they didn’t have the book on the shelf where the catalogue said it would be! Grrrr. On the bright side, I saw Casey, though we didn’t get the chance to talk as she was in a rush as well. At 4:25, I ran like heck to get back to Saint Mary’s for 4:35, five minutes late. I’m lucky he’s the patient type, I had to cancel on the poor guy last week. Anyway, we had a ton of fun and the three hours went by quickly.
Naturally I started the day off by oversleeping, and the occupation of the bathroom meant I had to wash my hair in the sink. I was 25 minutes late for class, and I guess I was just having one of those days.
This day seems like it’ll be pretty good, though. I’m an uncle again.