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rfmcdonaldThis Wednesday just past, I went with Jerry to the Alumnae Theatre in downtown Toronto to catch the premieres of the second week of performances in the Theatre's New Ideas festival, specifically to catch ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lemurbouy's excellent performance as the conflicted central character of Sex On the Beach. I was a bnit perplexed in the first half of a play since one act, Kelly DuMar's ENVIA!, hadn't been staged. I dismissed that from my thoughts during intermission, and we all went down to the bar for some refreshments. There, sitting in a corner of the room on a stool, tense and dressed in all manner of diaphanous fabrics and with a suspiciously flawless complexion, I saw a woman.
I'm not exactly sure what clued me in to the fact that she was Envia, although I think that it was her odd exchange with another attendee and her unusual appearance that twigged me. "Why not?" I thought and off I went to chat with her.
Our dialogue began with my complimenting her on her complexion. She thanked me, and then she looked at me.
- I know you, don't I? Wait--you passed my kiosk in the Eaton Centre!
I confessed to that--"after I went to Yorkdale"--and she continued, remembering how I stopped, and paused, and looked at her, really looked at her, looked at her in the way that made her realize that we were soulmates.
The time seemed appropriate for a shuffling over.
- Gosh, I chuckled awkwardly, the coffee's over there!
- And yes, she said, I remember how I put a sample of perfume on my hand, and you took it, brought it to your face and smelled it!
- Yes, yes, I nodded.
- And then you let go my hand, took the sampler, and left.
Cue my shocked face.
- I could never trust you again.
- Yes, I agreed. The moment called for an awkward smile and twitchy eyes.
- You bastard! one woman cried out.
- I could never trust you again. But then, she tilted her head, batted her eyelashes, and asked me a question: "Buy me dinner?"
I got a free drink ticket out of this, too!
A few years ago, I wouldn't have dared do anything like this. That I did, I think, is almost entirely because of Jerry's influence. He does spontaneous well; apparently it's catching.
And you?
lemurbouy's excellent performance as the conflicted central character of Sex On the Beach. I was a bnit perplexed in the first half of a play since one act, Kelly DuMar's ENVIA!, hadn't been staged. I dismissed that from my thoughts during intermission, and we all went down to the bar for some refreshments. There, sitting in a corner of the room on a stool, tense and dressed in all manner of diaphanous fabrics and with a suspiciously flawless complexion, I saw a woman.I'm not exactly sure what clued me in to the fact that she was Envia, although I think that it was her odd exchange with another attendee and her unusual appearance that twigged me. "Why not?" I thought and off I went to chat with her.
Our dialogue began with my complimenting her on her complexion. She thanked me, and then she looked at me.
- I know you, don't I? Wait--you passed my kiosk in the Eaton Centre!
I confessed to that--"after I went to Yorkdale"--and she continued, remembering how I stopped, and paused, and looked at her, really looked at her, looked at her in the way that made her realize that we were soulmates.
The time seemed appropriate for a shuffling over.
- Gosh, I chuckled awkwardly, the coffee's over there!
- And yes, she said, I remember how I put a sample of perfume on my hand, and you took it, brought it to your face and smelled it!
- Yes, yes, I nodded.
- And then you let go my hand, took the sampler, and left.
Cue my shocked face.
- I could never trust you again.
- Yes, I agreed. The moment called for an awkward smile and twitchy eyes.
- You bastard! one woman cried out.
- I could never trust you again. But then, she tilted her head, batted her eyelashes, and asked me a question: "Buy me dinner?"
I got a free drink ticket out of this, too!
A few years ago, I wouldn't have dared do anything like this. That I did, I think, is almost entirely because of Jerry's influence. He does spontaneous well; apparently it's catching.
And you?
