Pat Benatar

She still has a helluva set of pipes at 55! Her and Neil Giraldo really set the place on fire. I am so glad I went.

I knew it would be good when the first two songs played were my two favorites by her (All Fired Up and Shadows of the Night).

The venue (the theater at the River Rock Casino) was really good. Stadium seating for about 1000 people, and they filled the house too.

Before the show I saw WALL-E and afterwards I wandered down to Gastown to meet up at the Irish Heather. Sadly nobody joined me. So here I sit back at my room at UBC, simultaneously happy (for attending such a great show), tired (because, damn, I did a lot) and a little bit sad (because I have no one to share it with).

Time to sleep.

Vancouver Musings

It's noonish and I'm wearing my beret and listening to jazz while writing in a coffee shop.

Ok, so I don't own a beret and I'm actually listening to Pat Benatar on my iPod.

I keep getting compliments on my laptop. This happened a few years ago when I was one of the first people to get a black MacBook. Lots of people thought it was cool and felt the need to comment. It's happening again with my eeePC. I know it's just crash commercialism, but I do like the attention. Thank you for complimenting me on my good taste, it's all the result of industrial designers in California and Taiwan.

Vancouver is like a drug for me. I certainly needed a hit this weekend. It's like I have another personality when I'm out here. One more likable and confident and capable. I'd move out here in a heart-beat if it weren't for the golden handcuffs of my job and the certain knowledge that I'd bring my usual baggage with me.

I have a circle of friends that haven't seen me at my worst. Most of the things I do have a certain novelty value. I'm not shackled by the fear of embarrassment as I normally would be. Yesterday's zombie walk is an example. I'd have never done that back in Cowtown. Vancouver however, I figured, what the hell, I'm on vacation.

I can, for a brief time, be the person I want to be, rather then the person I feel trapped as.

Time to wander wherever the mood takes me. Later tonight, The Clubhouse!