Technophiles have a difficult time prioritizing properly. If I’m any kind of indication anyway.
I’m always on the hunt for new gadgets. Like the iPhone, and now the iPad.
Last week I lost my $500 Shure earphones – probably on the subway system. Although that same evening I was at a bank annual general meeting and may have lost them there. It truly was a heartbreaker, and so I opted to purchase a replacement set next week. In the meantime I would use some backup “Plan B” earphones.
That was the decision, until tonight.
I had finally prioritized my Saturday evening and had intended to visit a kind of unique place in Toronto called The Drake Hotel. It really is a hotel but it’s also an entertainment venue, often featuring up and coming musical artists in its underground auditorium. I’ve seen some truly great bands there, and some mediocre ones too. So tonight I went, only to discover that it was closed to the public – they had a private event going on.
Talk about feeling ripped off.
I went upstairs and grabbed a glass of wine and watched the mating dance of the desperate. That got too depressing so I left.
Next stop: my favourite bar at the corner of Bay and Bloor in the centre of downtown Toronto. There, I ordered up a bunch of glasses of Chardonnay wine (really should have ordered up a bottle and did it right) while I read my ebook. Funny thing: the more you drink the more you have to go back and re-read the same passages over and over again.
Once again I got to watch a few examples of people with low expectations hooking up with other people of low expectations. What a drag.
There was a guy feigning intense interest in whatever it was a woman was telling him. It was so patently obvious, and I’m sure she wasn’t stupid and could see it too. However it was getting late, and I have to think she didn’t want to go home alone anymore than he did. They eventually left together, just as I was re-reading that same chapter for the fourth time.
I gave up reading, got my bill and staggered walked sedately to the subway.
It wasn’t until I got home with the strains of The Tragically Hip pounding in my ears that I realized it was WAY too early to call it quits for the night. I wanted desperately to party. To be around other people and just have a wild time.
It hit me: that only happens when I’m with the gang from my comedy improv group. I had previously made a half-hearted commitment to look the improv school up and take a few more courses.
Tonight I realized it was time to put it at the top of the priority list. The new earphones can wait. This can’t.
Besides – improv experiences provides all *kinds* of blogging material. Trust me on this.
The best is yet to come.