Our secret meetup took place at Tinseltown this evening where Jamie, James, Jen, Leslie, and I indulged in watching a comical movie called "Thank You for Smoking". We were going to catch a double feature at first, with "Transamerica" being our second movie, but we opted to dine out at a fancy establishment across the street called Wild Rice for some modern Chinese cuisine instead. But before I move on, I must mention about how we got in to the theatre to see the feature movie!
True to ourselves and our ways of circumventing systems and defying authority, I went ahead and bought a single ticket to gain entrance and went to open the exit doors from the inside to let the others in. Once I got in though, I was faced with a slight setback. There was a guy cleaning the glass housings of movie posters on the wall and I had to wait for him to clear out before letting the rest of my troopers in. When the coast was clear, I walked towards the exit doors and quickly pushed the doors open to let them in, but just as we were walking back in, the window cleaner crossed my path. Fortunately, when I turned back, I saw that my entourage took cover in the ladies room! The window cleaner didn't even seem to notice.
The movie itself was just hilarious. I thought it was worthy to get on DVD when it comes out.
Wild Rice turned out to be a quaint restaurant and lounge where people got together for social drinks. It's a hot venue for gala opening parties for film festivals too. In addition to the Shanghai sweet & sour sticky ribs, golden fried crab & taro root cakes, and Chinese vegetable spring rolls that we shared around the table, we complemented it with a bottle of their house white wine and a bottle of "Fin du Monde", a beer from Quebec!
So why did we dub this evening's gathering our "secret meetup"? Well, because it was planned with such short notice, this social event wasn't even posted on our Vancouver Social Club message board. Only those "in the know" were in the know!
Mar 31, 2006
Mar 30, 2006
SkyTrain Stories.
On my way back from sitting through a great line up of local comedians at Yuk Yuk's Comedy Club, I boarded the SkyTrain with two young punks on board looking for trouble. It was late at night and there were very few passengers on board. Upon entry, one guy purposely stuck his foot out in an attempt to trip me. Not wanting to fuel their desire to cause trouble, I looked at them both in the eyes, then made my way to the front of the train looking out the window. Through the reflection, I noticed the guy in the camouflage t-shirt dancing around and quite possibly saying something to me, but I had my iPod on and couldn't hear him. I didn't even bother turning around to give him the satisfaction that I was bothered by him, but continued to observe his reflection just in case he crossed my line of tolerance.
And then it happened. His juvenile accomplice threw something at my back, and as I turned around, I found a small black-handled kitchen knife by my feet. I got off the train as soon as it pulled into the next station, walked to the car behind it, and pressed the "Safety & Security" button to report them. What surprised me was that this button actually worked! After getting an instant response, I told the SkyTrain staff of the situation and what car number they were in, and the next station after at Columbia, several police officers came swooping in and dragged the hooligans off. And my, were the delinquents mad! One was resisting arrest, screaming and yelling at the officers causing quite a scene on the platform. As my train left Columbia station, I saw out the window an officer who had one guy in a head lock, and I couldn't help but grin that my actions caused all of this to unfold.
The satisfaction of retaliation.
And then it happened. His juvenile accomplice threw something at my back, and as I turned around, I found a small black-handled kitchen knife by my feet. I got off the train as soon as it pulled into the next station, walked to the car behind it, and pressed the "Safety & Security" button to report them. What surprised me was that this button actually worked! After getting an instant response, I told the SkyTrain staff of the situation and what car number they were in, and the next station after at Columbia, several police officers came swooping in and dragged the hooligans off. And my, were the delinquents mad! One was resisting arrest, screaming and yelling at the officers causing quite a scene on the platform. As my train left Columbia station, I saw out the window an officer who had one guy in a head lock, and I couldn't help but grin that my actions caused all of this to unfold.
The satisfaction of retaliation.
Mar 25, 2006
Ice Skating @ the WECC!
With so many social activities with my Vancouver Social Club, Couch Surfers, MEETin, and meetup, I'm truly becoming a socialite!
Just one night after our billiards gathering at the SoHo Cafe, I went skating on ice with the VSC @ the West End Community Centre (WECC). And, like my skill in billiards, I wasn't very good, for I hadn't skated in a long time either. Fortunately, there were others who hadn't either so again, I was in good company! I must have been around seven years old when I last skated on ice in an ice rink. That was when I was taking skating lessons, just one of a plate full of other activities I was involved in when my mother thought it was best to keep me busy. Not to brag or anything here, but I do remember being the only one in my little class of little ones who was able to skate backwards! Yes, I was special then... ;)
Skating close to the rink walls, I made my first attempt to walk on ice. A few rounds later, I was flying! I was amazed at just how quickly it all came back to me. The sensation of feeling wind in your hair as you pass people by was what a dog must feel like when it sticks its head out the window of a moving vehicle, ears flapping in the wind. I could do without the drool though. =)
The pain in my arch got to me eventually to the point of having to get off the ice and take a break. For a while, I had thought that this was due to me not getting used to wearing hard shoes with blades on them, but after I upped my skate size by another .5, it made all the difference. Playing tag was a little less painful!
It's great to get back to doing activities that I've long neglected to do again.
Just one night after our billiards gathering at the SoHo Cafe, I went skating on ice with the VSC @ the West End Community Centre (WECC). And, like my skill in billiards, I wasn't very good, for I hadn't skated in a long time either. Fortunately, there were others who hadn't either so again, I was in good company! I must have been around seven years old when I last skated on ice in an ice rink. That was when I was taking skating lessons, just one of a plate full of other activities I was involved in when my mother thought it was best to keep me busy. Not to brag or anything here, but I do remember being the only one in my little class of little ones who was able to skate backwards! Yes, I was special then... ;)
Skating close to the rink walls, I made my first attempt to walk on ice. A few rounds later, I was flying! I was amazed at just how quickly it all came back to me. The sensation of feeling wind in your hair as you pass people by was what a dog must feel like when it sticks its head out the window of a moving vehicle, ears flapping in the wind. I could do without the drool though. =)
The pain in my arch got to me eventually to the point of having to get off the ice and take a break. For a while, I had thought that this was due to me not getting used to wearing hard shoes with blades on them, but after I upped my skate size by another .5, it made all the difference. Playing tag was a little less painful!
It's great to get back to doing activities that I've long neglected to do again.
Mar 24, 2006
Pool Night @ the SoHo Cafe.
This social event drew in a crowd this evening and it was a lot of fun to meet and play pool with all of them. Though I grew up with a pool table, it pretty much occupied space in the basement and was left unused, and so I hadn't developed my skills at playing well. I was in good company though, as there were a lot of others who hadn't played in ages either! It just made the whole game more interesting...
Mar 19, 2006
Celtic Fest Vancouver.
Sunshine lit Granville street this morning when I arrived at quarter to eleven. Final preparations were being made for the imminent parade along the street from Davie to Dunsmuir, and people from all walks of life lined the strip on both sides from one end to the other, many decked out in green clothing, shamrocks, and Guinness beer hats.
Sitting cross-legged on the road in front of everyone else at the end of the line, I watched the parade of pipers, dancers, cyclists, unicyclists, and more pipers in their traditional tartan kilts head on. But then after the usual floats of traditional Irish and Scottish spectacle came some sponsored floats from the Vancouver Fire Department, the Serta mattress sheeps from Sleep Country, and even Ronald McDonalds convincing us all that his red, white, and yellow stripes is a new tartan pattern and colour. When I thought it couldn't get any more silly, the "Gung Haggis Fat Choy" dragon boat float came around the bend with Chinese guys in kilts. The Punjabi dance group and the Brazilian belly dancers followed soon after. Vancouver truly is a multicultural city...
For lunch, Damien, Jen, Sigrid, and I joined Jamie & James and the rest of the VSC members for some dim sum at Hon's on Robson Strasse. It was a good thing they had made reservations ahead of time as there were about 16 of us in all! I also met Jeffrey there for the first time, a CSer who plays the viola with the UBC orchestra, and he was delightful to talk to. Over dim sum, Jeff and his lady-friend Emily, I, and the guys sitting opposite of us were playing "Movie Lines" in which someone would quote a character or a line in a movie and the others had to guess the name of the movie. It was sheer entertainment!
Jen, Damien, Sigrid, and I broke away from the pact after filling our stomach with yum yum dim sum, and went club/bar hopping in search for live Celtic music. We popped into the Caprice but left after we realised that we couldn't hear the fiddlers in the corner over the crowd of people talking above them. We caught a group called "Three Row Barley" performing at the Roxy and stayed there for a few hours until they played their set, then we moved on to Doolin's Irish Pub where we shared a plate of Irish Nachos and Honey Thai Chili Ribs.
Vancouver is a fantastic city to be living in. To borrow the tag line of the Celtic Fest, "Everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's Day!"
Sitting cross-legged on the road in front of everyone else at the end of the line, I watched the parade of pipers, dancers, cyclists, unicyclists, and more pipers in their traditional tartan kilts head on. But then after the usual floats of traditional Irish and Scottish spectacle came some sponsored floats from the Vancouver Fire Department, the Serta mattress sheeps from Sleep Country, and even Ronald McDonalds convincing us all that his red, white, and yellow stripes is a new tartan pattern and colour. When I thought it couldn't get any more silly, the "Gung Haggis Fat Choy" dragon boat float came around the bend with Chinese guys in kilts. The Punjabi dance group and the Brazilian belly dancers followed soon after. Vancouver truly is a multicultural city...
For lunch, Damien, Jen, Sigrid, and I joined Jamie & James and the rest of the VSC members for some dim sum at Hon's on Robson Strasse. It was a good thing they had made reservations ahead of time as there were about 16 of us in all! I also met Jeffrey there for the first time, a CSer who plays the viola with the UBC orchestra, and he was delightful to talk to. Over dim sum, Jeff and his lady-friend Emily, I, and the guys sitting opposite of us were playing "Movie Lines" in which someone would quote a character or a line in a movie and the others had to guess the name of the movie. It was sheer entertainment!
Jen, Damien, Sigrid, and I broke away from the pact after filling our stomach with yum yum dim sum, and went club/bar hopping in search for live Celtic music. We popped into the Caprice but left after we realised that we couldn't hear the fiddlers in the corner over the crowd of people talking above them. We caught a group called "Three Row Barley" performing at the Roxy and stayed there for a few hours until they played their set, then we moved on to Doolin's Irish Pub where we shared a plate of Irish Nachos and Honey Thai Chili Ribs.
Vancouver is a fantastic city to be living in. To borrow the tag line of the Celtic Fest, "Everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's Day!"
Mar 17, 2006
Antics on Authority / Picasso at the Lapin Agile.
Well, as you may know, I never pay for a ticket when I board the SkyTrain. I've been doing this for quite a while now and this evening was just another evening, or so I thought. I was on my way up to meet up with some friends at the Frederic Wood Theatre at UBC to catch a play called "Picasso at the Lapin Agile" (A Steve Martin production), so I got off from work right at 18:00 and hopped on the train trying to get there by 19:00.
At Gateway station, just one station up from where I boarded the train, two police officers came on board checking for tickets. I kept my composure and put on the world's greatest act of searching for the ticket I knew I didn't have. I couldn't produce a ticket of course, and so they pulled me off the train at Scott Road station. The officer then took his ticket pad out and proceeded to ask me for my name and other personally identifiable information. He had asked for my ID to which I didn't want to give so I told him that I didn't have any on me. "No BC driver's license or BCID?" he questioned. "I'm sorry, but I don't carry any ID on me" I replied, lying through my teeth, as I knew that he couldn't search me without a warrant. I did tell him that I had a valid driver's license though, and that was my mistake in hindsight. Because of this, I gave him something he could track and verify over his radio to see if there was someone by the name of "Christopher Lowe", born on June 15th, 1981, at such and such address.
"Shit!" I said to myself in my head, but went along playing this game with the piggies. And sure enough, no record of that name came back and the officer accused me of lying! Eghads! I never lie! ;)
The officer told me the usual police spiel about how it's a criminal offence to be lying to a police officer yada yada yada and I kept nodding my head as if I understood all that nonsense. He then offered to clear the slate and try once more from the beginning, and asked me for my name. "Christopher Lowe" I replied, hiding my smile as best I can. Just then, my mobile phone rang (a friend I was meeting up with calling to see where I was). The officer took my RAZR and answered it, questioning the caller to describe me. Fortunately, it was a CouchSurfer I had not met in person yet so she had very little knowledge of who I am and what I look like other than the silly photos posted on my profile online. Heck, she didn't even know my real name as I use PETSHOPBOY as my handle!
To make a long story short, I eventually gave the officer my real name and address (don't ask) all without producing any ID and he was satisfied when it checked out. He wrote me up a ticket for $173 and made me buy a validated ticket. I was then on my way back to UBC.
I looked at this fine as the cost of my experiment with playing the game, but I realised later when I reviewed the ticket carefully that I hadn't actually signed the ticket on the "alleged offender's signature" line! As I had a similar experience with an unsigned speeding ticket in the past, I know that this is an invalid ticket that won't hold up in court when I dispute it. Life's good. =)
I was running really late for this evening's performance of "Picasso at the Lapin Agile" when I shouldn't have been as the tickets were held at the box office under my name. Fortunately, James, Jamie, and Soyoung were able to pick them up and claim their seats without my presence so I wasn't an inconvenience. I was on the 99-B-Line to UBC when I was text-messaging Damien with directions on how to get to the Frederic Wood Theatre when he boarded the same bus I was on! Running towards the theatre after getting off at the bus loop at UBC, I flew over a flight of stairs which I hadn't noticed under the cover of darkness and fell. I got up, continued to run, and finally got there at 19:40, 10 minutes into the play, huffing and puffing, trying to catch my breath.
The show itself was short but sweet, and full of comical dialogues between Albert Einstein, Pablo Picasso, and Elvis Presley at a Cafe in Paris. It was worth all the trouble of getting there to see it.
At Gateway station, just one station up from where I boarded the train, two police officers came on board checking for tickets. I kept my composure and put on the world's greatest act of searching for the ticket I knew I didn't have. I couldn't produce a ticket of course, and so they pulled me off the train at Scott Road station. The officer then took his ticket pad out and proceeded to ask me for my name and other personally identifiable information. He had asked for my ID to which I didn't want to give so I told him that I didn't have any on me. "No BC driver's license or BCID?" he questioned. "I'm sorry, but I don't carry any ID on me" I replied, lying through my teeth, as I knew that he couldn't search me without a warrant. I did tell him that I had a valid driver's license though, and that was my mistake in hindsight. Because of this, I gave him something he could track and verify over his radio to see if there was someone by the name of "Christopher Lowe", born on June 15th, 1981, at such and such address.
"Shit!" I said to myself in my head, but went along playing this game with the piggies. And sure enough, no record of that name came back and the officer accused me of lying! Eghads! I never lie! ;)
The officer told me the usual police spiel about how it's a criminal offence to be lying to a police officer yada yada yada and I kept nodding my head as if I understood all that nonsense. He then offered to clear the slate and try once more from the beginning, and asked me for my name. "Christopher Lowe" I replied, hiding my smile as best I can. Just then, my mobile phone rang (a friend I was meeting up with calling to see where I was). The officer took my RAZR and answered it, questioning the caller to describe me. Fortunately, it was a CouchSurfer I had not met in person yet so she had very little knowledge of who I am and what I look like other than the silly photos posted on my profile online. Heck, she didn't even know my real name as I use PETSHOPBOY as my handle!
To make a long story short, I eventually gave the officer my real name and address (don't ask) all without producing any ID and he was satisfied when it checked out. He wrote me up a ticket for $173 and made me buy a validated ticket. I was then on my way back to UBC.
I looked at this fine as the cost of my experiment with playing the game, but I realised later when I reviewed the ticket carefully that I hadn't actually signed the ticket on the "alleged offender's signature" line! As I had a similar experience with an unsigned speeding ticket in the past, I know that this is an invalid ticket that won't hold up in court when I dispute it. Life's good. =)
I was running really late for this evening's performance of "Picasso at the Lapin Agile" when I shouldn't have been as the tickets were held at the box office under my name. Fortunately, James, Jamie, and Soyoung were able to pick them up and claim their seats without my presence so I wasn't an inconvenience. I was on the 99-B-Line to UBC when I was text-messaging Damien with directions on how to get to the Frederic Wood Theatre when he boarded the same bus I was on! Running towards the theatre after getting off at the bus loop at UBC, I flew over a flight of stairs which I hadn't noticed under the cover of darkness and fell. I got up, continued to run, and finally got there at 19:40, 10 minutes into the play, huffing and puffing, trying to catch my breath.
The show itself was short but sweet, and full of comical dialogues between Albert Einstein, Pablo Picasso, and Elvis Presley at a Cafe in Paris. It was worth all the trouble of getting there to see it.
Mar 14, 2006
Lasagne @ Jamie's!
It's so wonderful to have friends like Jamie and James. Who could turn down a dinner invitation sent out to a select few for home made lasagne and home baked cookies with the host of the Vancouver Social Club? Not me! Jennifer and I, along with Tanya, Caroline, and Norman, got together for an intimate dinner gathering and finished our lasagne and cookies with a neat glass of vodka, wine, and tonic water. I drank a little too much and felt my eyes going heavy. Shortly after, I felt a little woozy and had to make several trips to the loo.
Never-mind the fact that on my way back home, I missed getting off my train station twice because I was still feeling light headed an hour later. I had a great night and look forward to many more get togethers!
Never-mind the fact that on my way back home, I missed getting off my train station twice because I was still feeling light headed an hour later. I had a great night and look forward to many more get togethers!
Mar 11, 2006
Don Giovanni.
Don Giovanni. A pleasure-seeker, a womanizer, a murderer. The story of his sexual conquests and his inevitable doom was all brought to life in a grandiose spectacle on the large stage of the Queen Elizabeth Theatre. From the dramatic lighting effects and the many set changes to the orchestration of Mozart's music and the theatrical performance on stage, this was a production of epic proportions.
It has been a very long time since the last time I was at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre. I was still in elementary school when I went on a school field trip to the Q E Theatre to watch a ballet. I can't even remember what it was that I watched as I hadn't developed my cultural taste at that tender age yet.
Only a week after seeing "Le Nozze di Figaro", Andrew, Frank, and I came together again to watch "Don Giovanni", the second of three operas that Mozart produced on a libretto by Lorenzo da Ponte. Could "Così fan tutte" be next?
This was a great performance well worth spending a Saturday evening together.
It has been a very long time since the last time I was at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre. I was still in elementary school when I went on a school field trip to the Q E Theatre to watch a ballet. I can't even remember what it was that I watched as I hadn't developed my cultural taste at that tender age yet.
Only a week after seeing "Le Nozze di Figaro", Andrew, Frank, and I came together again to watch "Don Giovanni", the second of three operas that Mozart produced on a libretto by Lorenzo da Ponte. Could "Così fan tutte" be next?
This was a great performance well worth spending a Saturday evening together.
Mar 10, 2006
Havana's Gay & Lesbian Dine-out!
Just got back from dining out at a Cuban restaurant called Havana's with 8 lesbians, a gay East Indian guy, and Jen, the only straight person at our table! I declined Jen's invitation to go earlier but she persuaded me to come along, and I'm glad I did! Being a very social person, I found myself talking my head off and cracking jokes with these new friends of mine, and the fact that we share something in common made the dinner outside in the cold enjoyable.
I had tiger prawns for entree, sauted in garlic, butter, and other seasonings, along with a rice wrap. It was a little pricey for $20, but it was certainly delicious. What a great way to spend a Friday night!
I had tiger prawns for entree, sauted in garlic, butter, and other seasonings, along with a rice wrap. It was a little pricey for $20, but it was certainly delicious. What a great way to spend a Friday night!
Mar 9, 2006
CS/VSC gathering @ the Irish Heather.
Jen and I arrived at the Irish Heather at 20:00 for the welcoming of 2 CouchSurfers from back East (Toronto and Montreal), along with several other CSers and Jamie & James of the Vancouver Social Club. Jen, just arriving directly from her artisan bakery, brought bags and bags of bread for everyone to take home at the end of the evening. She had made friends with the bus driver of the 351 Vancouver bus doing the 18:30 run because she offered him four cinnamon buns. The driver was overjoyed apparently and told her that she could ride for free for the next 5 years! This story got me thinking about working in a deli so that I could offer the same bus driver some ham and cheese. Wouldn't it be awesome to have a bakery/deli party on the bus?!
I was reading profiles of the 2 CSers, Damien and Austin, this morning and realised that they had both stayed at Kenny Lozowski's place while in Edmonton too! In addition, they are friends with Jeffrey Chow, the guy who plays the viola with the UBC Orchestra whom I was trying to meet up with at the performance of "Le Nozze di Figaro". Made me realize how small out CS community really is. This evening's gathering made me realize just how fantastic this whole CS idea really is and how nice it is to be a member of this social community!
Among our gathering, a young woman from Holland named Charlotte joined us for a lively discussion of her travels. Funny man Stewart and his sweetheart Janet (also from Toronto) made a stop here in Vancouver to check out our scene. Stewart, 27, who has never been outside of the country before, told me that he had worked very hard, saved every penny, and was leaving for New Zealand tomorrow with Janet for a few weeks before heading up to Australia to live there for a year. They were staying at a hostel in town, and out of our shock and dismay, we introduced them to our CouchSurfing community.
Tonight was the first time I met Jen's boyfriend, Derik. After hearing so much about him, I could finally put a pretty face to his name. =)
I was reading profiles of the 2 CSers, Damien and Austin, this morning and realised that they had both stayed at Kenny Lozowski's place while in Edmonton too! In addition, they are friends with Jeffrey Chow, the guy who plays the viola with the UBC Orchestra whom I was trying to meet up with at the performance of "Le Nozze di Figaro". Made me realize how small out CS community really is. This evening's gathering made me realize just how fantastic this whole CS idea really is and how nice it is to be a member of this social community!
Among our gathering, a young woman from Holland named Charlotte joined us for a lively discussion of her travels. Funny man Stewart and his sweetheart Janet (also from Toronto) made a stop here in Vancouver to check out our scene. Stewart, 27, who has never been outside of the country before, told me that he had worked very hard, saved every penny, and was leaving for New Zealand tomorrow with Janet for a few weeks before heading up to Australia to live there for a year. They were staying at a hostel in town, and out of our shock and dismay, we introduced them to our CouchSurfing community.
Tonight was the first time I met Jen's boyfriend, Derik. After hearing so much about him, I could finally put a pretty face to his name. =)
Mar 8, 2006
The End of Statistics.
Today marked the end of statistics class. Elated? "YES" would be an understatement.
Despite studying really hard for the final exam I wrote this evening, I don't feel too confident that I did all that well. In fact, I could write off at least 34 marks off because I didn't have time to answer 3 questions which was worth 12 marks, 12 marks, and 10 marks.
I just want to pass this fucking course and couldn't care less if I got 50%. JUST AS LONG AS I GET A PASSING GRADE.
Despite studying really hard for the final exam I wrote this evening, I don't feel too confident that I did all that well. In fact, I could write off at least 34 marks off because I didn't have time to answer 3 questions which was worth 12 marks, 12 marks, and 10 marks.
I just want to pass this fucking course and couldn't care less if I got 50%. JUST AS LONG AS I GET A PASSING GRADE.
Mar 5, 2006
Mar 3, 2006
Le Nozze di Figaro.
It was my first visit to the Chan Centre for the Performing Arts, and it's also been a while since I toured the campus grounds of UBC.
Andrew was waiting for me at the doors at 19:00 as previously arranged and Frank showed up 30 minutes later. I had sent a message out to CS/VSC members about this performance a few days ago and it turned out that someone by the name of Jeffrey was going to be performing in the pit with the UBC Orchestra! He was just as delighted to see that someone from the same social club was coming out to see this performance. We arranged to meet up during intermission or after the performance backstage, but we somehow missed each other as the hall crowded with cast members mingling with the audience.
Here's an email I sent to Jeffrey (CANYOUDIGIT13) on CS:
• Jeff!
•
•
• Last night's performance was excellent! To hear Susanna
• and the Countess hit such a deafening high note nearly
• cracked my opera glasses! =p My friends and I were all
• impressed. However, I thought the UBC Symphony
• Orchestra should have received the same respect and
• credit as the director, conductor, and the cast and be
• showered with the long applause and whistling from the
• audience.
•
• Unfortunately, I was not able to meet up with you to
• say hello. I did wander into the backstage during the
• 20-minute intermission but it was a little chaotic in
• there and I was told that I wasn't allowed to go down
• to the pit. HHhph! After the show, my friends and I
• congregated out by the staircase by the backstage
• doors watching the actors streaming out for photo-ops.
• Musicians came out shortly after hauling a huge case
• over their backs like turtles, some even bigger than
• themselves, but I failed to see you yet.
•
• Anywho, there's always next time I suppose. Looking
• forward to Don Giovanni next week.
•
• I've been to many CS/VSC gatherings already. Jamie and
• James are fun people to be with! You should come out
• and meet us some time, you won't regret it! =p
•
•
• Ed.
Andrew was waiting for me at the doors at 19:00 as previously arranged and Frank showed up 30 minutes later. I had sent a message out to CS/VSC members about this performance a few days ago and it turned out that someone by the name of Jeffrey was going to be performing in the pit with the UBC Orchestra! He was just as delighted to see that someone from the same social club was coming out to see this performance. We arranged to meet up during intermission or after the performance backstage, but we somehow missed each other as the hall crowded with cast members mingling with the audience.
Here's an email I sent to Jeffrey (CANYOUDIGIT13) on CS:
• Jeff!
•
•
• Last night's performance was excellent! To hear Susanna
• and the Countess hit such a deafening high note nearly
• cracked my opera glasses! =p My friends and I were all
• impressed. However, I thought the UBC Symphony
• Orchestra should have received the same respect and
• credit as the director, conductor, and the cast and be
• showered with the long applause and whistling from the
• audience.
•
• Unfortunately, I was not able to meet up with you to
• say hello. I did wander into the backstage during the
• 20-minute intermission but it was a little chaotic in
• there and I was told that I wasn't allowed to go down
• to the pit. HHhph! After the show, my friends and I
• congregated out by the staircase by the backstage
• doors watching the actors streaming out for photo-ops.
• Musicians came out shortly after hauling a huge case
• over their backs like turtles, some even bigger than
• themselves, but I failed to see you yet.
•
• Anywho, there's always next time I suppose. Looking
• forward to Don Giovanni next week.
•
• I've been to many CS/VSC gatherings already. Jamie and
• James are fun people to be with! You should come out
• and meet us some time, you won't regret it! =p
•
•
• Ed.
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