Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3

  

I have been on board the ship for just over two weeks now, and already I’ve been tested physically, mentally, and emotionally over and over again.  For those of my readers (all 2 of you I gather) NOT in the entertainment business, let me explain something to catch you up. 

 

 

Entertainers are crazy. 

Some goofy, some clinically.  It’s amazing when you put 16 crazy people together, they all somehow manage to join alliances, balance their crazy and make it all work.  There are times when the scales tip, unfortunately not in your favour, and a crazy person falls off the wagon and tries to bring everyone else down with them.  But there is always one person with their hand firmly on the wheel, merely dragging that poor person along kicking and screaming.  Eventually they will climb back on, and blend in again until the next round of disturbia comes along.  (Thank you Rhianna for that word.  I now know what it means.) 

I had about 38 crazy people in my Sheridan Music Theatre class, and somehow, we really did all manage to make crazy magic together for three solid years.    Yes, the odd person would run astray, myself included and get caught up in craziness, but we all knew where home base was and how safe it was to come back to that and enjoy it.

It’s the crazies that can’t find home base that you need to look out for.  They are pot stirrers.  They are the people that cannot find happiness in themselves, but they try to find it in the miseries of others, tearing people down and reverting to pure evilness to obtain whatever goal they set their sights on at that time.  They are your friends, they are your neighbours, they are the wolf in sheeps clothing.  You cannot reason with crazy, you can only recognize who they are, and go on from there, gritting your teeth, holding your tongue, and realizing that no matter how crazy you think you might be, you are stronger, better and more confident then they are.

I love me some crazy entertainers.  Crazy talent, crazy voice, crazy costumes, but for those of us who are just here for the love of the art, please Crazy, just leave me alone, and let me do my job.

Beyoncé has the kind of crazy I like.  Crazy In Love.  And that’s what I’m focused on.  Us. It’s what keeps me sane.

There's No Place Like Home...

I have had the fortune of traveling to some lovely places on this earth.  Top three for sure are Paris, France Santorini, Greece and Victoria, B.C.  No matter where I've been there is something about landing in Canada, anywhere in Canada that makes me heave a sigh of relief. 
I love traveling, and I especially love many of the stores Canada has yet to adopt, (HELLO, TARGET!)  but after my flight today from L.A. I basically ran to get a poutine, a Tim Hortons coffee, some Life brand items at Shopper's Drug Mart, and some necessary items at La Senza.  (No details here.  Let's keep this G-rated.)  I've heard of comfort food, but sometimes for me it's comfort shopping. 

Tomorrow morning at the glorious hour of 6am (which for Christi-Anne is the third hour of her productive day) I will sign onto the Island Princess, and finally reunite with Adam after almost three months.  It is such a great feeling to know that every second Monday of the month I will step off into Vancouver, a little slice of home, and feel at ease with my surroundings.  While the glaciers and snow capped mountains of Alaska are beautiful, I can't find my favourite face wash at the Skagway pharmacy.  It's the little things that make the time away from home bearable.  For so many, traveling is a lifetime dream come true, but for me, a simple reminder of Canada can literally make me have goosebumps.  I know I've written several blogs about patriotism, but it never dies down for me.  There's something about that leaf and those two red bars that just makes me feel like I'm home no matter where in the world I am.

So once again for me, it's Bon Voyage until December, but no matter where I go, I'm never too far from home.  Now then, who is going to make me some poutine???

Another Day Another Doddler

I have a few pet peeves, but a big one is people being late, or people causing me to be late.  I am good at showing up on time.  I'm not that person who does the "excuse me" past you in a movie theatre when the movie is already ten minutes in, and I am certainly not the obnoxious passenger who halfway through a live show decides the only desirable seat is in the front row of the theatre, disturbing the show.  

There are times however when being late is inevitable.  Still annoying, but unavoidable.  For instance, yesterday the battery in our car died.  (I won't point fingers here, but Tim, when I ask if you left the lights on overnight, before you answer no, make sure the dial is turned to the off position to support your lie.  Thank you.)  Anyway, we took all necessary steps to remedy the situation as quickly as a person in a foreign environment can do, (this included the rental company arriving to boost us, then realizing he forgot the jumper cables.  Thank you Enterprise, another customer satisfied and ready for a refund!) and arrived a half hour late to work.  Let's just say the instructor was not impressed, and spoke to us in a less than condescending tone.  I was peeved.  I stayed silent, took the speech seriously and went on with the day, but was very upset that I was now viewed as a "late-comer".  I'm not, and especially when it's not my fault, or an accident, I don't like to be labeled as such.  

I can't blame the choreographer for being upset.  We wasted his time, or rather Bob from Enterprise wasted his time, but for the record, if you're going to leave the lights on in your car overnight, make sure you have a backup plan, like a number for a cab company, or at least a better excuse then the one we had.  

Now then, where's my bus schedule?