5:35 p.m. - 2004-04-08
Rock Star Weekend
So I had a total rock star week last week - Thursday, Canoe Girl and I drove down to Calgary to see the Barenaked Ladies and the Raisin. What better combination could I ask for? None, I tell you. None! The concert was, unsurprisingly, fabulous, and it was good to get out of town for a little while. I bought a fabulous shirt that says I (HEART) THE LADIES that cracks me up every time I look at it, and as a result of said shirt I got a lot of double takes at the bar on Friday, which was a source of much amusement to me. (I'm easily entertained.)
We also went wedding dress shopping while in Calgary, so that I could go with the Raisin, but for the scoop on that, you're going to have to join the notify list, because Jamie gets no details and he's lurking around here somewhere. We went to this section of town that was basically a wedding strip mall, and checked out cakes and accessories while we were there. We saw an awesome cake that I absolutely loved, and a whole pile of ugly crap that I would never in a million years want within fifty feet of my wedding. I won't go into details for fear of offending people who did have these things at their weddings, but...ew.
Sunday, a whole pile of us ended up getting to go to the Junos, which were in Edmonton this year. While it was not quite as cool as we were expecting, it was nice to get to go for free. These days, the Junos are more like a rock festival than an awards ceremony - a concert where some awards got handed out rather than an awards show with a few lame performances.
Our thrilling celebrity encounter was hilarious and embarrassing - after the concert, we went the back way out of the parking lot to avoid the big lines, and pulled up next to a limo. I leaned over Chnaners to peer into the tinted windows, and said "Hey! That's Ryan Malcom!" (The Canadian Idol. I only know this because the Bean really liked Canadian Idol so Mama Bean and I watched it a lot. No, seriously.) Bie and Bonkles were in the backseat, and Chnaners was driving, so while Bie was making frantic window roll down gestures, I was waving enthusiastically and Chnaners was trying not to drive off the road. (She's prone to overexcitement when she's driving.) Much to our surprise, he actually rolled down his limo window and revealed it to indeed be young Ryan.
Now, the four of us are generally fairly intelligent women. We're not nearly as likely to have mad crushes on celebrities (like certain other people I could mention with a million TV boyfriends.), and so it was rather surprising when our reaction to his rolling down the window was a simultaneous EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! from all four of us. None of this clever "Do you have any Grey Poupon." Just unadulterated teenage shrieking.
I'm so ashamed.
Anyway, it was a good time, we saw some great acts, and had some funny stories about the idiots we were all sitting by. Good times.
Oh, and on Tuesday, I may have found a wedding dress. I told you you should join the notify list!
