Thank goodness it's Friday, right?
I requested a bunch of catalogue mailings today so that I could receive some colorful things in the mail. Now that I've gone paperless with virtually everything I'm signed up for, I find that I miss getting all that paper.
Apres work, I have, "Go To McDonald's!" on the agenda. I have a coupon for a free coffee, which expires today. How is it that I always let coupons hide out in my wallet until the last possible day, when suddenly a free latte becomes an added stressor in my life? Because even if I don't want the coffee, to give up a free one would be out of the question. It would be like spitting Freebie Man in the face. Still, it will likely slip my mind that I am to go claim my FREE-McCafe espresso-based beverage, and tomorrow morning I'll have a fit as I pass by a McDonald's and remember my freaking coupon.
After my big plans at Mickey D's I need to go home and warm-up for an audition I have this evening. I've had "Audition!" (which is a rendition I made up, of Fiddler on the Roof's "Tradition") stuck in my head all day. I'm in a musical frame of mind because, for some reason - I was bought by compliments - I am auditioning for a sketch comedy/musical extravaganza. And this means singing and dancing while also being hilarious. Since I can't sing or dance without being hilarious, this should be doable. To prepare, earlier this week I went through my musical hits library, which includes extensive Disney selections, Moulin Rouge and the song, "I Will Never Leave You", a duet I learned in theatre school. I've taken to the streets, singing nearly everywhere I go. In New York, I was taught this trick where, as you wait for the subway, you can sing at full belt when the train passes by. Not that you can't do this anytime you want in NYC, really.
Okay, singing: Covered. Dancing? Only the Lord can help me with this one. All I have under my belt is an intro to ballet class, aerobics and a Shania Twain dance I co-choreographed and co-starred in in 3rd Grade.
I'll just go ahead and assume that this will be one of those laugh-about-it-or-cry-about-it scenarios. I'll get back to you.
I've made an observation. Just an observation. A trend, if you will. On a regular basis I see Asian guys carrying their girlfriend's purses (and shopping bags). That's it. That's my observation. But how great is this? Ladies, do you, or do you not want someone to carry your purse for you? Right?
I'm not sure how the Asian ladies swung this, but I think it's the perfect solution to the everyday problem of carrying things. Get a boyfriend who will carry your stuff for you.
Now, I am not the only one who has pondered this conundrum. A blogger on Mooiness.com writes:
"I can only think of a few exceptions when you should hold on to her [your girlfriend's] handbag or purse:
- She’s trying on clothes.
- She’s going to a public toilet and she doesn’t want to carry it in.
- She’s holding your baby."
So, Toronto is very exciting this time of year! Aside from the four regular seasons - Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter - we have a fifth season: TIFF! The Toronto International Film Festival; the biggest film festival the world, I recently learned. And I am finally back in Canada and happy to be a part of the excitement!
I decided to volunteer this year, because I thought it sounded glamourous to be brushing shoulders with celebs, and because I'm too cheap to pay for festival movie tickets. Honorable, I know. Despite my original intentions, I had a moment today, while I was scanning ticket barcodes, when I realized that this festival is really run by volunteers. That without cheap and superficial people like me, there would be no festival.