Yesterday I got roped into doing publicity photographs for the Canadian Film Centre. Why do I say yes to these things? Ana is very persuasive. I also dug the idea of having my hair and makeup done by a pro. I looked er...polished.
Did I tell you that Friday night I went to Vazaleen at Lee's Palace with Julia and Steve? It was Catholic night and there were dominatrix drag-nuns and bishops on stage speculating on all the virgins in town "it is like a pristine white table cloth waiting for the first spill." nudity, gay sex in the bathrooms, baptisms in a kiddie pool, porn projected everywhere, and of course, rock'n'roll.
At one point I found myself dancing to Like a Prayer in the most intense throng of happy people. The guy next to me had no pants on at all.
Now that all the are Catholics gone, who else is going to make us feel wanton and hard core in this good, polite city of ours?