Ohh na na na na…(theme song of So You Think You Can Dance…hereinafter known as SYTYCD).
At great risk of of my husband hating me forever, I give you these pictures of us in Paris. Possbile reasons for hating me: 1) Convincing him to leap in public; 2) Exposing photos of him wearing his man-bag; 3) Using the very close-up photo of him and the barely identifiable one of me.
If you watch SYTYCD, you would know that this whole scene is very Mia Michael’s, except maybe a bit too happy for a woman with spikey platinum hair. The really funny thing is that we obviously had to trade turns to take the photo. One of us would have had to run down to the other end of the bridge and then wait for the next person’s running approach (do you see how much air we’re getting there????). You would think that at least one of us would have backed out or pretended not to know the other person. But no, we REALLY must have been feeling it.
Another time I must have been REALLY “feeling it” was one Wednesday morning after a riveting elimination round on SYTYCD the night before. So moved was I that I went straight to the ticketmaster website and bought a pair of SYTYCD tour tickets (tonight, 7:30pm, GM Place). Then I signed up for a hip hop dance class at Harbour centre. Then, I went to the class and couldn’t walk for three days. Then, I drank too much wine at my own birthday party and missed class #3. Then, for some reason, I told everyone I knew I was going to invite them to my class recital. And then, I had to stop being friends with all my friends so they wouldn’t really show up. Anyway – I truly have no idea what to expect tonight at the live SYTYCD performance, but I’ll admit it…I am painfully excited. I will try to capture film.
In other, so you think you can news…So you think you can open a strictly vegetarian/vegan Mexican place? Last night, Ash and I tried the new Mexican restaurant, Bandidtas, on Commercial and 12th where the old Malaysian place used to be. For me, the place was one shade too dingy, which says a lot because I don’t mind a good number of dingy-ish places (i.e. Cedar Cottage Pub, Finch’s Cafe, the Indian place in the Law Building, used cars).
The food was fine, I guess, but not as fresh or appealing as Me & Julio’s. Of course, it was also a third of the price – and a good thing too because, at some point, you really can’t help but notice you’ve just ordered a bean burrito, with a straight face nonetheless. Ash had some roasted yams in his (good) but mentioned a crunchy texture he wasn’t familiar with in all his burrito-eating experiences (cabbage). Most bothersome was their idea that rocking chairs made good eating chairs, and their decision that the dirty old linoleum left behind by the Malaysians was fine enough to stay put (it wasn’t).
To summarize – the whole experience was truly captured for me by a lovely little vingette of a birthday party two tables over when the 40-year old birthday boy (yes, he was wearing Thai fisherman pants…how did you know?) unwrapped a “Panicked Philospher” action figure. He was ecstatic. It then occured to me that this mismatched group of people was most definitely one of those Philospher Cafe groups you always see advertising their meetings in the Gerogia Straight. I would have stayed for one more $4 beer in hopes of hearing just a bit of their post-burrito round-about, but we had to leave to go see Frost/Nixon. And we had to rush, because one time we were late meeting Jay for a movie at the East Van Cinema and he was all, “so you think you can leave me standing on Commercial Street with all these hippies?”
PS: I used to hang out semi-exclusively with the UVIC hippy types.
PPS: it is not beyond me to realize that there are probably lots of people out there (vegan people) who would argue Banditas is the best new thing since the quinoa comeback or Tom’s Deodorant. And they probably wouldn’t be caught dead at a SYTYCD concert.