“It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom; it was the age of foolishness. It was the epoch of belief; it was the epoch of incredulity. It was the season of Light; it was the season of Darkness. It was the spring of hope; it was the winter of despair. We had everything before us, we had nothing before us. We were all going direct to Heaven; we were all going direct the other way.”
I knew there would be someone better to sum up my weekend in only a few lines. Needless to say, if anyone read my previous post, it was a rollercoaster of a weekend. But here are the happier highlights:
On Friday night I attended a screening of Wall-E, the newest Disney/Pixar creation, and surprisingly quite enjoyed it. A robotic love story at the very crux, (although, sadly, not underwater robots) it is easy to fall in love with Wall-E with his inquisitive nature, and supreme loyalty. I empathized with his loneliness and cheered when he finally got the girl. The end seemed to be written by Al Gore, and today’s issues seemed to blatantly smack you in the face, but Wall-E dancing along to Hello Dolly seemed to make up just fine for the environmental hoopla the rest of the movie displayed.
When Jenny and I first saw the preview, we both snubbed the film as rainy day movie rental, and never thought of paying the much too inflated theatre price. But, seriously, the movie is better than the preview lets on, so if you have the chance, I recommend it as a great feel good movie. It capped off an enjoyable evening with fun enough company. (Yes, you saw it with me.)
Saturday I spent a low key day in Waterton with my family. Being heralded as “The Last Trip To Waterton With Eric”, we headed to the nearby National Park. Being a true prairie girl at heart, the idea of Waterton with all of its Rocky Mountain majesty doesn’t seem to appeal to me, but we enjoyed our day listening to the roar of Cameron Falls, visiting glaciered lakes and hanging out in the rustic lobby of the Prince of Wales Hotel, escaping the mountains with only minor sunburns.
Monday night I debated for a long while whether or not to go to see Hey Ocean perform at The Slice. Let’s just call it out, The Slice is a real dive of a place, and I feel so incredibly bad for all of the performances that occur there. But just like our Peter Katz experience, Hey Ocean didn’t disappoint.
An incredibly eclectic, indie band from Vancouver, Hey Ocean played a great show complete with bongos, tambourines, glockenspiel, triangle, and yes, even jazz flute. Check them out here, you might even enjoy them.
I woke up on the later side on Tuesday, July 1, 2008 to odd darkness in my house. In fact, I thought it so dark that I wondered if I had woken up in the middle of the night. I looked out the window to find an ominous cloud hanging over the whole city and only moment’s later, buckets of water pelting not only my protective pine tree, but my sheltered balcony as well. After the rain had let up, I ventured outside to find huge puddles in my back alley and most of the major arteries in the city closed due to substantial flooding.
The city has returned back to normal and the above average temperatures have returned this week, but I have never been more grateful to be on the second floor of our protective apartment building and not in a flooded basement suite, which could have been Jenny and I‘s fate.
I spent the rest of the weekend watching too much MTV for my sanity and health, and making only semi-edible creations out of the extreme lack of food we have at the house.
Looking forward to the all too soon weekend ahead of us. Hoping the make up for the lack of Canada Day fireworks by flashing my dual citizenship. (Somehow I don’t think the RCMP will go for that.)
Happy Fourth of July to my American acquaintances! (Hopefully yours isn’t accompanied with flooding.)
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