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The Burlesque
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Theatre
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And, Friday, after the girl's leave, I'm back in town after cleaning up the guest-house to see the burlesque.
It's like the other plays I've seen here - completely WTF, politics, sex, every-other-act out of left field, there's no cohesive whole, but - at the same time - it's great.
It's got the support of the entire community.
I've been to the same event's in Calgary - they tend to draw the same crowds - uniform, kinksters, swingers and wife-swappers, here it's different. It's everyone. And I identify better with everyone than I do with the specialty niche groups. If I'm at a Gay Bar I want the eclectic crowd of straight-gay-kink-confused-etc. Being at a Gay Bar filled with nothing but homosexuals has no appeal whatsoever. This event wins, if only by it's inclusiveness.
The acts, WTF, I make one minute videos of each of the intros, don't record too far, only want to tantalize, send them to the boy to show him what he's missing. He's missing out for sure.
The first few acts, the thicker gals, then the slender ones - there are abundant beauties here, and the acts, varied, comic, sexy, the diverse sizes, the "inclusiveness" - regardless of my own tastes, it makes the event a win-win. And the audience, always the audience, they're supportive in volume and applause like you'd never see in the big city.
This is great. I'm sad the boy couldn't be here.
(waiting for the show to start, the gentleman in the top hat is an audience member dressed up...just in case they need him...)
The show goes, good couple of hours, there's the kinkster's here for sure, there's a woman from yesterday at the hot-springs with the daughter, she was then with her husband and child, today she's here with her black lover (and I watch carefully, yep, I'm not misreading this), but there's everybody else as well. Normal people. Cultivated people. Artistic people. Articulate people. Common people. And herein is the value.
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The burlesque ends, the bar begins shutting down, it's only 12:30. The doorman(Woman) - A friend of a friend, I buy her a drink, it's all shutting down, we move on, to Finleys - the redneck bar - smoking on the patio - this is good, a hot summers night, on the patio, cigarettes allowed, where else? And we chat.
She's homeless as well. She's a variety of housesitting gigs in town, she takes me to the first - an artist, his studio, furnished with artists shit, inspirational props, I have all of this, not exactly the same but close enough, same-ish-ness, deja-vu, I know him without meeting him. And then to her other place, where she'll sleep, an arts apartment above Baker Street, and, looking around, I know this as well, know the tenant without meeting her by her furnishings and books, we drink, chat, she lifts her shirt, pulls down the side of her trousers to show me her tattoos, offers to let me sleep over - tempting, she marks the invisible line down the bed, but I find her attractive and this invisible line, I won't respect it I know, not sure if that's the point, we've both had a few, but it's better to be cautious and I'll catch up with her again when I've a place of my own...
The BBI
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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Short for ...
It's the local pub, never been, want to go, finally with a few friends we hit it. It's the competition to where I work, and - picture every small-town bar you've ever been to, it overlooks an apartment block - same owner - that, while commanding a king's view offers squalor as the viewpoint, in the bright light of summer depressing as all out. The bar, newly furnished, cheaply, pool table, VLT's, the hardened local alcoholics, it's classic, the waitresses, the older, down-on-your-luck sorts, probably living in the housing across the way, the location is paradise, the accommodations, the bar, despair itself, for trifling savings the whole community has to endure what is clearly the "ghetto" of Balfour, where take place the drug overdoses, the thousand miseries of small town life, all beneath a blistering summer sun ...
Drink, chat up the waitress, the classic ditsy older waitress, lovely, you couldn't ask for better caricatures, ride out the summer heat, drink your drink, order another, it's still too early, 8:00 PM on a Friday night, I gotta come back here 'round midnight, 1 AM, see what's up, the town, so tiny, but a pretty big nightlife considering there's only 350 people, there's a band setting up and I'm done, I've eaten, soaked up enough of the ambiance, but I'll be back...
The Daughter's Visit
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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And the daughter comes, with her best friend, to visit for 4 days before my eviction, not even a week after the boy has left.
It's a lot of visitors, expenses, in just a couple of weeks...
Pick her up from the bus stop, Tuesday morning, 9:00 AM, first stop - I've got it planned - whitewater rafting. $80.00 per kid, + $20 tip for the guide. They're in with a small group, an American woman, her mom, should be fun, it's a beautiful morning, they're leaving from the dock at the Prestige...
I pick them up at 2:00, J*****, her friend, had a great time, the daughter complains it was boring. I buy the photos from the guides, a CD, yeah, I get that it was boring, not so white-water, not so adventurous, but still, she could have had fun...
She's way too jaded, even for a 16 year old.
The next day, the Kokanee Zip Line, only 2 of them in the group, they have a lot of fun although the daughter still manages to be blase about it. Another $240 spent, with tips for guides and go-pro footage...It's Wednesday, so I drop them in Nelson, they can peruse the markets, get lunch at the Yellow Deli, Visit Oso...
Her friend loves it. Doesn't want to go home. And the daughter is sensing that she maybe shouldn't have enrolled in summer school, she could have stayed on a bit longer...
Thursday, Friday, days off, Thursday we tour - Kaslo, the museum at the Ferry, to New Denver, then down through the Valley and to Thor's Pizza for dinner, then home.
Friday - a small day, the ferry over to Crawford bay, check out the Artisans, The Glass House:
("It's where I got my quidditch broom" I tell her...)
There are lots of Artisans here, blacksmiths, glass blowers, potters, etc. A quiet day, then home, and to the bus, I might not see her again all summer, she's school, other plans, and surviving summer here, well, it's gonna be long and tough. But in the fall there will be a little - lot - more time off, and I'll be returning to Calgary ...
I think they had fun. J***** definitely did, the daughter, well, probably, but she's keeping it on the down-low.
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