4 posts tagged “ottawa”
You already know that I'll have a lot to say about the whole experience, but for now (because I'm desperate for some sleep) I thought I'd share this photo from fourth row at last night's Police concert:
Yes, Stewart, that green blur you saw was me. Thank you for pointing at the flag, and especially for the big smiles and eye contact. Thank you for the opportunity to meet such incredible people. Thank you, Kellie, for letting me be a part of this crazy Kryptonite history.
Okay. I'm about 3 blog posts behind, because I've written them all in my head but had no time to get in here and make them real. Too many things going on right now to even explain why.
But I'm sitting here in my office with a package to my left, containing the absolute best thing that could ever have been expedited to me (aside from... maybe... a big cheque. Oh, and when my book was published. That was pretty damn cool to receive).
After a bit of a frenzied journey, I now have in my temporary possession... THE GREEN FLAG.
I am, justifiably, freaking out just a wee bit.
In fact I can't bring myself to open up the envelope right now. Globs and globs of responsibility go with this little icon, and I'm overwhelmed with what it represents, which interferes with the other crap that's overwhelming me right now.
Gong bless Ms. Kellie. She's a Goddess of the Green, Mistress of Mission Control, and Blessed Virgin of Kryptonite all rolled into one. I want to take her out for drinks. Many drinks.
Thank you, K :)
And so begins the flag's next Big Adventure. But touch it without permission and I'll be forced to kill you.
What was the last concert you attended?
You'd have to be a first-time visitor to this blog to NOT know.
I saw the Police three times on this current tour; once in July and twice in November. The last one I saw was the closest I'd been yet and was the best show I'd seen -- tons of great photos, too. Always a good plan to end on a high note.
But then...
The other day Grace sent me an email: Hey, wanna go to the Ottawa show on this next go-around?
Grace is now my official Svengali. We talked that night because the tickets needed to be bought the next morning, and she was the only one with the coveted Fan Code to get them. Within a half hour, my arm had been twisted into going to the May show and paying an obscene amount of money to do so. In all honesty, though, Grace didn't have to do much more than just call me to ask. How could I say no?
So we have fourth row tickets. And we just found out we'll be flag-bearing that night. Any photos you see of Stewart pointing at the Ottawa show? At the other end of those mighty fingers will be me. Well, and Grace and the flag too. I'll be responsible for Stewart's last Canadian flag reflex.
I just need some sort of wardrobe advice, and a mind-melding system that will send signals of "work on symphonies with this girl" repeatables to Stewart. Other than setting myself on fire, I don't know how else I can get my point across, except maybe whipping fancy underpants-covered CDs of my songs at the King of Copelandia. Maybe that's not a bad idea, either ;)
Anyway, I've added a new banner in honour of this new excitement. Beats sitting around and waiting for some lab results.
Also beats having to clean out your office. Sheesh! How the hell do I get anything done in here!
Here's our boy, his name is Chaz, and we just got back last night after seeing him and my brother and sister-in-law. Everyone is doing great, and getting the chance to hold him was incredible. He's the sweetest little guy, looks like his Daddy, and also a lot like my oldest when she was born.
With the new year just beginning, I've been thinking about resolutions, and how many I should have, if I decide to have any at all, and how to choose the good ones, or at least the ones that are feasible. And then I heard Dawn had the baby, and a few hours later I was in the car to go see him, and then I was there holding him, and he was trying really hard to focus on me with his little peepers. And I got the feeling he was thinking, "I know you from somewhere" but he couldn't figure it out, and I got the same feeling as well, but for me it was because I was holding my little brother all over again. My mum used to put him in my arms and I'd kiss his head all over, and he tasted salty-ish, and I'd kiss him again because he was too little to play with and that was all I could do for him.
Then a few hours after seeing Chaz I was back home, thinking about what it was like when I was looking at him, just drinking him in because I wouldn't see him again for a long time, and how I had showed my brother how to change a diaper, and Chaz started crying because that's just what they do, and I picked him up and talk-sang to him and he settled right down. And I remembered him looking me right in the eyes, just locked right in, and my eyes locked on his, filled with tears. After just a short visit it was Chaz who made me remember what's important. Important is the big stuff, like family that loves you and friends that see your messy house and don't care at all. Important is doing what you love and cuddling with your dogs and appreciating your kids and the fun you all have together and the bad times, too. What's not important is worrying what some asshat thinks or continually trying to please people who will never be satisfied or wondering why people do shitty things or lie to you.
When we left yesterday, my brother told me that the best gift I could give to him was our visit; I bet he didn't know that he was giving me an even bigger gift for allowing me the chance to come see him and his new son.
