This post starts with a story and like all good quest stories, I didn’t realize I was in a quest until I was in the midst of it. I should clarify that this doesn’t make this a good story, just that in quests it is often the case that the hero doesn’t realize s/he’s in a quest until later on. But then sometimes they do…and I could argue myself in circles so on with the questing!
How did this whole questing thing start? Well, allow me to inform you…
You see, by the time March rolled around I realized that I had bought tickets for a variety of live events of various (and I mean various!) natures, one per month from January through May. So, says I to myself, why not continue this trend? Why not make 2012 my year of live events? I could steep myself in a variety of different cultural experiences. And have a lot of fun doing it. Last year was the year of staying in (not by choice) so this year is the year of getting out! Throughout and about.*
I’ve got a plan now that will take me through to August. September through December have no particular plans yet, but it’s still early for that so I’m not worried. And one of those months I’ll hit a jazz club, so really it’s just three months of booking left to do.
So what started off this year, you ask? What wonderful experience gave balance to the pain of January? Well, something a little bit left of the standard and expected live events.
I, and about a dozen of my wacky friends, made our way down to the H. R. MacMillan Space Centre (i.e. planetarium) to watch the Pink Floyd Laser shows from Roundhouse Productions. After 33 years, the planetarium did not renew their contract. January was their final month of performances. A tragic loss from my point of view because there was something fabulous and magical about the experiences they created.
Now you may be thinking that a laser show does not count as live entertainment. Oh contraire, mes amis (pardon my poor spelling of french, it was never my best subject), there has always been a live component to the laser show, some crazy (appearing? lol) dude at a console playing with our minds. Because, as he put it, “there is absolutely zero smoking within the planetarium…you should have done that while you were still in the parking lot”. Yes, smoking, cookies, and other mind-altering foods made an appearance that night and enhanced the experience.
We watched The Wall followed by Dark Side of the Moon. I understand that this show has sort of gone on the road. If you get the chance, go see! It really was just a great time. Also fun hanging out with friends. There was a lot of chatting and catching up and just spending time with good people.
And pretty lights and lots of swirling stars and leaning back in seriously reclined seats staring at the sky and multi-coloured laser lights doing funky dances.
There is something deep core satisfying about a great art experience, almost as if some stressed part of me was soothed by the event. I wish I could go again but there I shall not dwell for that road leads to sadness. Instead, I will start planning my tale to you of February which went a completely and utterly different way.
Until next time I shall simply leave you with these short questions: What will our intrepid villaness get up to in February? Will the different take her to a place that is scary to go? Will the dog get the bone?
~the abysmal witch
*Obscure Wiccan reference, special batty points to anyone who gets it.