Thursday, June 30, 2005
All My Bags Are Packed
4am (Markham-time): Wake up
5am: Leave for airport
6am: Check in
8am: Take off!
10am (Cali-time): I'M IN LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIAAAAAAA!
Water Tastes So Good Right Now
I know I've said it before, but I'm going to say it again and this time I mean it.
I will not drink another Prairie Fire. I will not drink another Prairie Fire. I will not drink another Prairie Fire. Ever again.
That stuff is nasty - tequila gives you the famed hangover/headache (which I have right now while at work, whine, I want my bed) and adding tobasco sauce to that crap is soooo not a good idea. Who in the hell came up with that shit in the first place? Honestly now. Tequila and tobasco? You should have seen the look the bartender gave me when I ordered it. He seriously tried to talk me out of it and made funny faces as he was pouring it. For fun, he added extra tobasco to one which I promptly handed over to Matt. And after ingesting my own little shot of spicy poison, I shuddered violently and promptly went to the washroom to wash my hands. Twice. I don't know why. I'm shuddering now just thinking about it and most unfortunately, I can still taste it. I suppose I'd like to go and wash my hands, but getting up and walking to the washroom doesn't seem worth it right now.
In addition to killing the taste buds on my tongue last night, I managed to lose my watch and cut my foot on my shoe. The watch was cheap ($9.97 at Wal-Mart) and was fairly low quality as the clasp was loose and came undone so that the thing just slipped off my wrist, but dammit, it had sentimental value. The watch has been lost before, but I've always managed to find it again. I'm not so sure it'll work out this time around. And as for the foot, the cut is more like a patch of skin that got rubbed off by the friction from the strap. Damn strappy sandals. My ankles also hurt like hell due to the I-don't-even-know-how-long walk home last night. I'm tired - not enough hours of sleep. And this morning I awoke to a rash on my thigh. Whine whine whine.
Anyway, it's not shaping up to be a good morning. Hope you're doing better than I am. All I can think is 'bed'. Bed bed bed bed bed.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
I forgot to mention something last night that I've been absolutely giddy to tell you. The lovely Miss Ashley and I are going to the Backstreet Boys' Never Gone concert in August!! I feel like such a dork and I don't particularly like the BSB very much anymore, but I figured it'd be fun. When she first asked me to go, I laughed. Then I said YES!
So now I'm excited about it because I've been clicking through their site and reading up on what they've been up to during their hiatus. Brian's a daddy now (aw) and Kevin did Broadway. He is my favourite BSB by far and he's an actor too - how wonderful. I considered closing my office door to listen to some music clips on the site, but I just realized my speaker doesn't work. Darn. Alas, t'will have to wait until I get home. Their new album name is right, those guys will never be gone, ever.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
On Second Thought
It is unbelievably hot and though I'm gross and sticky and tired in my non-air-conditioned house, all I can think about is how I'm not very happy with that last post. But because I'm hell bent on not deleting entries, I'm going to leave it up in all my unsatisfactoriness. Sooo...let's talk about something else.
How to make me happy: Call me sometime in the late afternoon and randomly invite me to a multi-cultural festival. I LOVE FESTIVALS. And then tell me that I have three minutes to leave the house and run to the bus stop because the bus comes in - you guessed it - three minutes. I didn't even have time to put earrings in (I almost never leave the house without earrings) but I got there in time (running in two and half inch heels no less!) and there we were, one big happy bunch on the bus going to a festival. I have now added Croatian, Bosnian and Salvadorian to my list of Ethnic Foods That I've Eaten. I'm quite happy with how long it's getting. So yes, just take me to a place full of food, pretty yet funky jewellery and other eclecticy-type thingies and I'm set for the day.
I talked to my host in LA tonight and I'm uber excited now. If you have tips on Los Angeles or Orange County or California or the US in general, e-mail them my way! I have a huge list of things to do before I leave so the stress levels are upping again. This is not good news for my lower back which has been, for some reason, in unexplicable pain the last few days. I think I need a better chair in my office. That, or better posture.
I got crafty tonight and made a book/journal. It turned out alright though the binding needs a bit of work and it needs some prettying up. Overall, not bad for a first try.
And now, I go lie in my bed, as still as I can, so I can fall asleep and don't get hot. Good night.
It would be so much easier if I could just say Boys Are Stupid, Throw Rocks At Them and have that be that, wash my hands of it, ta-da, done and over with. And though I can't put myself behind this statement fully, there is actually much evidence that some boys are stupid and should have rocks thrown at them. K, for example, the guy who was apparently soooo interested in me, never called. So I decided to put on the pants and call him...only to hear a tone of voice that implied, 'I am so not happy to hear from you' and hear lame excuses about how he forgot he had my phone number. Both of them. Apparently he's in town Wednesday and might like to hang out or do something or other. Y'know what - no thanks.
I also have a couple girl friends who are still dealing with residual ex-boyfriend crap and it makes me angry because it's just that - crap. Spare each other, please! Leave each other alone and go on with your happy lives as best you can. You've torn each other to bits already, now burn the aftermath and regenerate from the ashes.
But then again, not all Boys Are Stupid. Not all of them deserve to have rocks thrown at them. Some boys talk to you on the phone for hours about how hot it is or about nothing at all. Some boys go to Sobey's with you late at night to buy vegetables for a dinner that you're not even having with them. Some boys let you stay over when it's late and too dark for you to walk home alone (though he never offers to walk you home). Some boys go to an all night Shoppers Drug Mart with you to buy baby cookies and ice cream and then download an episode of South Park because you need to watch it for your seminar in California. This boy is good.
And then there are the boys in California. One boy gives you their number in case you get lost or need a hand when you're in a city you've never been to. Another boy in California offers to pick you up from the airport, take you to lunch, to shop, to hang out, offers you a place to sleep and a drive to your conference. These boys are not stupid. They should not have rocks thrown at them.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Not So Fun Facts
Did you know that there is only one shuttle service from my house to the airport and that it costs $65?
Did you know that the trip also takes about an hour and a half so that if I need to be at the airport at 6am, that means I need to leave my house at 4:30 in the morning?
Did you also know that my beloved Greyhound buses do not offer service to the airport even though it's listed as a Destination on their website (so says the lady at the call center)?
Did you know that though there are nine (NINE!) GO Bus terminals in Markham, there are none (NONE!) in either Kitchener, Waterloo, or Cambridge?
Can you tell that figuring out how to get my arse to the airport is seriously frustrating me?
And yes, I'm pretty adamant about NOT paying the ridiculous $65 to take a shuttle there. UNLESS there are a few other people in the area that need to get there as well and if that's the case, can we share one please? Pretty please?
If there is anyone in the KW area that has a vehicle of some sort that would like to drive me to the airport very early on Friday morning and would like to receive a super-fantastic treat as a thank you, how about you let me know? Schpanks.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
A La Prochaine
So, after our big End Of Season Meeting, snackies and a few pints at the bar, I'm officially done with the Tour Manager thing, but I really do hope to be back next year. So far, it's the best job I've ever had. I will admit that there have been moments when I want to go home or cry or scream, but there are also moments when I feel so satisfied because I played with the itinerary to give us time to go to a chocolaterie and ice cream shoppe or to a gigantic mall with an amusement park inside (yes, I did all these things - aren't I the best Tour Manager ever?), or when I see the kids having a great time, or when I know that things are going really well and that everyone is happy.
I love this industry and this whole Tour Guide Thing because (and you'll have to excuse the dorky analogy here) sometimes it can feel like Christmas. Or any other time of the year when you get big happy unexpected surprises (that was redundant - surprises are usually unexpected). I can't even begin to describe the feeling that I get when I see another guide on the road, at the same service center, walking the streets of Quebec City with their group, or standing at Place D'Armes waiting for students to return from lunch. When I ran into Dan and Steph I squealed because I hadn't seen them all season and there we were at Tim Horton's together in Newcastle! And then, seeing Sonia on Rue D'Eglise walking from breakfast and screaming "NO WAY!!" (in front of all our kids) because though we did the Vagina Monologues together just three months ago, we had no idea that not only were we in the same business, but that we were also competitors! And then Ryan from high school! And he was all like, "Is that really you?" and I was all like, "NO WAY!!" and then we hugged and I squealed and we thoroughly embarrassed ourselves in front of our kids (well, not really, tours guides don't get embarrassed you see).
In addition to it feeling like Christmas (it really does, for me at least) I also like seeing other guides because it means I get a hug. Tour guides hug a lot. I like that. I get hugs at the end of my tours too, from the students that really like me and sometimes from the teachers, but it's nice to get hugs during the week. And in a job where you're constantly on the go, getting a new group every week, it can be difficult to find stability. Seeing a familiar face can provide that stability and comfort that hotel rooms and suitcases suck out of you. Working with suppliers is great too - I love knowing the employees at the attractions and saying, "It's so nice to see you again!" or "See you next week!" or "A la prochaine!" in the case of Quebec places.
Saying goodbye is hard and I don't like it. I wish that I could see my friendly guide friends' faces again, but I won't for a while. So to everyone that I've met and worked with: It's been uber fantastic and I'll miss you all! See you next year!
Friday, June 24, 2005
Big Girl Now
I know it's only been a week, but I'm seriously loving my new job (the love for Tour Managing is still strong though, don't you worry). Not only is this position right up my alley - it's organizational, detail oriented, and centers around event planning which I've adored since high school - it also has perks that makes me feel all growed up.
* I've got an office. With actual WALLS and a DOOR. I even have windows!
* I have an L-desk with my own computer (some of the software is even licensed to me - ME!) and a cushiony swivel chair with armrests!
* I get mail addressed to me! I love mail. Now I can get fuzzy I-love-mail feelings at work too.
* I have my own special work e-mail account AND my own phone extension. I got to record my voicemail message the other day and it took three tries before I got it just right. Nowadays I'm trying to figure out how to answer the phone in a professional way. Do you just say "Hello" or do you have to say your name so they know/are reminded of who they're talking to?
* I have an Inter-Office Telephone Directory. Cool.
* Yesterday I spent some of the afternoon cleaning out my office and desk. Let me repeat that: I spent some of the afternoon cleaning out MY OFFICE. I can't believe I actually have an office to clean!
Talk about way too awesome.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Fodder -I've Got Nothing Better
The excellent thing about leaving a place for a month and then coming back is that you breathe deep when you walk in the door and actually take some time to appreciate where you are. It's also nice to see that you were missed by the 222 e-mails (no joke - and only about thirty of those were spam) or the I-don't-even-remember-how-many messages on your answering machine and espcially by the pile of bills with your name on them.
The bad thing is listening to those messages on your answering machine and realizing that The Movie People called and The Theater People called and they didn't bother to e-mail you so you didn't get their messages until almost a month later when it's obviously too late to call them back. Yeah, the movie thing didn't work out (sorry, I meant to tell you) because of my tour schedule. The lead actor had more priority than me (damn him!) and they had to shoot around his schedule and it turned out that I didn't fit into his schedule AT ALL. So, no movie for me. Annnd remember the time I auditioned but didn't get the part? Turns out they wanted me after all, BUT DIDN'T E-MAIL ME so I didn't get the message until NINETEEN days later when they had obviously re-casted.
Surprisingly, I'm not too bitter about missing out on these (fantastic) opportunities (sob! I suppose I am a bit....) because I've been pre-occupied with the other fantasmic schtuff I'm doing. Dude, I'm co-ordinating the largest Career Fair in the country! I just spent two months travelling around Ottawa and Quebec City with kids! Dan left me a hot chocolate and an apple in my mailbox the other morning (talk about a good start to the day)! I just baked two delicious Super Duper Apple Pies (I make a meeeeaan apple pie) and had a lovely BBQ dinner with Fraser (with lots of wine) to celebrate The First Day of Summer! I heart Annia! I'm going to California!! And being the lucky gal I am, I actually know people in LA so in case anything bad happens, I've got boys to look out for me. I leave in a week and I don't know where I'm staying yet (when I'm not at the university for the conference), so I'd better get on that.
Things are good - thanks for asking.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Holy Capers, I Forgot
I was tagged by Leah ages ago to do this music meme thing back at the beginning of June and I meant to...but then I got busy with leaving town and all. But now I'm back and I've got my entire CD library to reference for this thing even though I'm totally embarrassed to be doing this almost three weeks later. I will let you know right now that I've never done a meme before (do you 'do' a meme, or do you 'verb it' some other way?), so I might not play by the rules. Now that you know, let's begin, shall we?
The total volume of music files on my computer
Uhh, I did some quick adding and I have two figures that I don't know how to add together. So, there's a grand total of 66.76MB and 4.17KB. I think MB is bigger than KB but I don't know how to add them. I'm serious. About the adding and about how little music I have on my computer. I know, I know. Moreover, most of the music I have has been sent to me via various friends and exactly 26.3 of those MBs are from the Maroon 5 CD that I have that I ripped onto my computer to make a CD for a friend. Nothing is downloaded. Not that I have anything against downloading - I just don't have the software and am just lazy enough to not care about getting it. What can I say? I buy CDs. I'm old-school.
The last CD I bought
I think it was No Name Face by Lifehouse which I ordered off Amazon. Although, HMV was having a sale last week and I came this close to buying three White Stripes CDs, Coldplay, Norah Jones and some old Oasis that I don't own. My good sense and budget-minded self control got the better of me though.
Song playing right now
"Fall" by Something Corporate. It's not my favourite, but I've got the CD in so yeah, that's what's playing.
Five songs I listen to a lot or mean a lot to me, in no particular order
No way can I pick just five songs. So I'm not going to - ha!
Return to Innocence - Enigma
So Unsexy, That I Would Be Good, Flinch, That Particular Time, Utopia and and and - Alanis Morrisette
The Freshmen - The Verve Pipe
If You Could Only See - Tonic
A Movie Script Ending - Death Cab For Cutie
The First - Tegan and Sara
Red - Treble Charger
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
The Good Life - Weezer
Step Into My Office Baby - Belle & Sebastian
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - Postal Service
Hey Pretty - Poe
Supervixen, Only Happy When It Rains, Fix Me Now - Garbage
Ming Tran - Gob
Dreams, Linger - The Cranberries
She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5
That Song - Big Wreck
Stanley Climbfall, Sky Is Falling - Lifehouse
A Place In The Sun - Lit
Globes & Maps - Something Corporate
Miles Away - Goldfinger
Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice
Breakfast at Tiffany's - Deep Blue Something
(I've Had) The Time of My Life - Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes
Love Is Strange - Mickey & Sylvia
It Must Have Been Love - Roxette
Go West - Pet Shop Boys
Hey Ya - Outkast
...annnnnd I'm going to stop there. The list is getting way out of hand and by this point you can probably tell that my taste in music goes from interesting to weird to raise-your-eyebrow-and-say-huh? Besides, this isn't all or the only the music I like, this is just (some of) the stuff that has sentimental value. I listen to dance/trance/techno, hip-hop, punk, funk, classical, jazz, folk, soca, etc. Don't you try to pigeon-hole me!
Who I am tagging and why?
Well, who wants to be tagged? I honestly don't know who reads this thing anymore and who will actually respond to having been tagged, but I'll give this a try anyway. So Ashley, Laura, Jess, Laura and Jasolio, you're it. Y'all are cool and I figure your responses will be cool too.
PS: What is a meme anyway? A survey that gets passed on?
Saturday, June 18, 2005
I feel the need to tell you that I spent the late afternoon/early evening today with an ex-boyfriend whom I haven't seen in two years and it wasn't very awkward at all. We both had chai lattes and laughed at funny stories about living in residence. He still dresses in black, has thinned down a bit and still does the high pitched voices when imitating other people. His hair is longer and he has a goatee with chin straps. He called me indie and I liked his hat (though I didn't tell him at the time). Glasses, not contacts. I recognized the sweater he wore and when he scratched at his forearm and told me he had dry skin, I thought to myself, I know. We looked each other in the eyes while we talked and listened and referred to the times when we were together. He's a Harry Potter fan now, still gets mail from the National Ballet and has to learn Latin soon.
He is the first person who I ever actually fell in love with and today I was reminded of all the reasons why. It's a strange feeling to realize that two people who loved each other so much in the past will probably never love each other in the same way again, but I think that's the truth in this case (and for a lot of other cases too). The bottom line is that I'm sincerely happy for him and I'm glad that he found someone who makes him smile every morning. I left feeling a bit wistful, wishing that I hadn't hurt him so when we parted, wishing that I didn't have to question why he would ever want to see me again. So to The Powers That Be that brought us together today, thanks.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Okay, so my trip wasn't as perfect as I wanted it to be because what I thought was the Best Bus In The World is now just a bus. A Not So Hot Bus. And, my contract with Mother Nature apparently ran out on me. It started to rain three hours into the trip and it didn't stop until we were two hours from home. I do have to give Her credit for giving us mostly precipitation-less weather during our seven hours spent outside in Vieux Quebec though - schpanks for that. The downpour (one of many) came while we were waiting for our coach, so while we did get drenched to the bone, at least we were able to dry off with the soggy Subway napkins I found in my bag while warming up 'indoors'. My kids were troopers though - they made the best of it all despite wearing just t-shirts, skirts and flip-flops. Note to future students who go on overnight trips: check the weather report before you leave and pack accordingly!
During the week I've realized some important things, three of which are here for your reading pleasure: Finding a PG movie without any sort of swearing or sexual connotation is very difficult unless it's a Disney film; Kelly Clarkson is awesome because she makes the lyrics 'Yeah yeah' sound really good; and I think I want to change my name to Sabrina.
Good bye Quebec, I'll miss you!
Monday, June 13, 2005
Bottle It Up
Remember when I was this happy? I know I said then that I wasn't quite sure what induced that little utopia, but thinking back, I'm sure it was a boy. But tonight! Tonight is a different story! It's a story of grand, even epic, proportions that leaves me using CAPITAL LETTERS and EXCLAMATION MARKS on MSN to express my excitement. But it's late now and I have to get up at 5:15am tomorrow morning, so the story I tell you will have to be in point form. Today was just an ordinary, overcast, rainy day, except for the following happenings and commentary:
- I got all my travel stuff organized for my trip to L.A.! Not bad for something that I started just this morning. Travel Cuts you are my hero!
- My tickets were not only affordable, but also get me in and out of the city at great times, perfect for seeing the sights.
- I found an uber cheap hostel in L.A. for only $17 a night!
- I have an awesome Gary and an awesome Dad because they both drive me around town (I'm a silly girl who doesn't have her license).
- I slid myself into the Travel Cuts office FOUR MINUTES before they closed today just in time to get my ISIC card and get my student discount!
- I'M GOING TO L.A.!
- I leave on my last tour tomorrow morning to Quebec City and I AM SO EXCITED. It's my last tour of the season and it's going to be the best (I hope)!
- I went to the public library and rented videos for the ride across the province: French Explorers, Jacques Cartier and Settling New France. If the kids don't love me, then the teachers will! Yay for learning!
- I'm a dork.
- I also rented Catch Me If You Can because the scene where they arrest Leo in France is actually filmed in Place Royale, Lower Town, Quebec City, Quebec, Canada, North America, Western Hemisphere, Earth, Solar System, Milky Way and whatever else is out there - which is exactly where we'll be!
- I know, I'm a dork.
- I also have candy and chocolate and so many fun things planned!
- AND I just called the coach company to confirm my driver for the trip and I'm working with Phyllis! I love Phyllis!!
- ANNNND I'm also using the official company coach!! Name, logo and smiling photos plastered all over the sides! How cool is that?
- Way too cool!! (If you ask me.)
- If someone eventually figures out how to bottle euphoric feelings like this, let me know because this is way too awesome to not not feel all the time.
- Way to grammarcize, No Grammarcize.
- You know what I mean.
- Yeah, I'm going to bed.
- See y'all on the flipside. Good night!
Saturday, June 11, 2005
So Crazy In Love
It's official. Love makes you crazy. Experts say! See? Now we can say that it's all chemical and blame science.
Moving On But Holding Back
He likes you. His friends tell you that he doesn't normally act that way around girls - they say that they can definitely tell by the way he looks at you. But you don't know him or them and you don't let yourself trust their words.
When you first met J during your job training, she said to you that you'd be perfect for her best friend, K. You're both sweet and nice and fully deserving of someone else who is sweet and nice. You laughed it off because you had only talked to her for a few hours and how can she tell that you'd be perfect for him within hours of meeting? But she wouldn't let it go and almost every time you talked to her he came up. Three months later you give in and drive down to Hamilton with her to watch boys you don't know play baseball. Is this a ruse to set us up together? you asked. No, I just want my two good friends to meet each other, that's all. she replied. You laugh. Yeah, right.
When he sees you at the baseball diamond he runs up to you and hugs you tightly. He breathes deep and flirts shamelessly with you for the rest of the night. He's funny, easy-going and has no problem acting like you're a couple already. He buys you drinks, holds your hand and cuddles with you on the couch. He offers you his arm as you walk down the street. You loop through awkwardly and he laughs. You're supposed to put your arm here - hold it like this. You laugh. Well, it's been a while since I linked arms with a boy while taking a walk at night. Truthfully, you can't even remember the last time anyone offered. He wants to take you on The Most Romantic Date In The World. He knows you like picnics and own a full picnic kit and basket that you've never used. He promises you a limerick by the end of the night.
He picked you up last night to go to a club in Toronto with a bunch of his friends. He dances. He smiles at you with his big eyes and tells you that you're cute. You despise being called cute so he calls you sexy for the rest of the night. He thinks you're gorgeous.
There might be something there, but you're holding back. You have fun together, but every time you're with him you're almost as nervous as the first time when J was trying to set you up. She doesn't need to do the work anymore though. He likes you. And you might like him, but you're still treading on eggshells, trying to figure out if he's being sincere or if he's just like the other guys who seem sweet and nice on the outside and turn out to be everything but on the inside. The truth is, you're doing everything you shouldn't do when you're trying to move on - you're still thinking about him. You're comparing every new guy to him and it's unhealthy as all hell but you can't stop. You want to though and hope that one day you'll be able to.
This morning he fingered the ring and locket that still hangs around your neck. Does this open? he asked. Pause. It used to.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Geek On The Go
I'll be travelling to Quebec City for the next two weeks as I'm done with touring Ottawa for the rest of the season (I'll miss you Ottawa!), but I'm a lucky gal because I got there right in time to catch the POMPEII exhibit at the Museum of Civilization. Warning: Geek levels increase dramtically here - remember that I've been studying Classics since I was fourteen, took Latin for four years, taught myself ancient Greek (no lie) and competed in a Provincial Classics Conference for four years only to return as a volunteer when I graduated from high school. Don't forget about that time when I told you my favourite derivatives. When I found out a few weeks ago that the administration at my old school was considering cancelling the third year Latin course I nearly had an aneurysm (they didn't and I'm okay).
I can't even describe to you how excited I was to find out that not only would I be in Ottawa at the right time, but that my group was also going to be spending three hours at the very museum where the exhibit was. !!! So there I am with my group and they're being set free on their activities leaving me with an hour and a half by myself, so naturally I decided to hop into the exhibit. It wasn't easy as I needed a special ticket (at $5, how could I complain??) and to check my bag (I ended up chatting with the coat check lady who is a history major and she pumped me up for it even moreso), and ten minutes later, I was in! I had to take a couple deep breaths to take it all in of course and to calm myself down. I couldn't stop smiling and sighing. I spent a good hour in there, reading every single word, examining every artifact, taking photos (don't worry, there was no flash so I didn't get in trouble), and thanking The Fates That Be for landing me in there. I had mere minutes in the gift shop so all I managed to snag was an exhibition poster, but that's good enough for me. The rest is in my heart. Aw.
So here I am, having been graced with the presence of THE REAL THING. Actual jewellery, coins, statues, tools, and FRESCOES all preserved by Mt. Vesuvius' ash and pumice and gases and heat and PRYOCLASTIC SURGES and various other volcanic debris. I've seen the casts of the bodies! People in mid-flight, in self-preservation mode trying to hide under tiles clutching all their prized possessions, money, jewels and family members. I can't explain to you how simply exhilarating it was to see that everything I had studied was real, that it all happened and that there was proof. Their lives were so different from ours and yet, so much of it was the same. We live, we love, we lose. We learn. It's humbling to think that we really are at the mercy of nature; it's scary to think that an eruption like that of August 24, 79 A.D. happens about every two thousand years. The next one is due soon.
I'm excited to e-mail my Classics teachers and professors and tell them about it all. I want to share my photos with them because I know they'll be interested. I even took photos that pertain to their areas of study! *insert brown-noser comments here* It's funny - as I was snapping away, I kept thinking that those pictures would make great slides for one day if I was giving a lecture or teaching a class on Pompeii or Herculaneum or Dionysus and his maenads. Or coins. I love ancient coins. The skill and craftsmanship and artistry it took to make such elaborate currency! Awe-inspiring. Breathtaking, really. Everything was. I'm still trying to catch my breath.
I'd like to share pictures with you too, but that'll have to wait as I'm a ditz and forgot my camera cable in Waterloo and I won't be back in that city until the 18th. So all in all, I think everyone needs to go and see this exhibit - go before September 12 if you're in Canada because this is its only Canadian appearance! I read that they were supposed to go to The ROM as well, but those plans went down the crapper. Click HERE to find out when it comes to a city near you! I can't believe that they only go to one Canadian city and four different ones in Japan for three times the duration too! That country is how many times smaller than we are??
Yes, I'm a geek and I lurve it. By the by, I'm in love with brackets (can you tell?).