The house concert was moving beyond my wildest expectations. It’s so satisfying to open my home to friends and friend of friends – and have them all tell me how much they enjoyed being there. The night was barely an hour old before I resolved to host such a gathering every month or so.
Sarah Burton opened the night with five songs. I started on the floor with everyone else, then moved up to the loft. Wow! The acoustics! There’s something about the shape of my ceiling that makes it all sound so perfectly mixed and amplified. Sarah was great and her banter between songs made the whole thing feel – well, like we’re all hanging out in someone’s living room.
Amelie Lefebvre followed with three songs of her own. She sang in french and had a horn player to accompany her on acoustic guitar. Thoroughly enjoyable.
Scott and Leora took over next. By this time Frank had shown up with his girlfriend, joining Jazzy, myself, Renee and her friend Emma up in the loft. We drank wine, swayed to the music, and took a lot of photos. It truly was a magical night.
Perhaps better than the entertainment, was the quality of the people in the crowd. The room was full of artists, actors, yogis, and others. I swapped contact information with two writers in attendance. Is there a better way to meet potential new colleagues?
Friday was another day full of people. I had three meetings throughout the day, and then later that night, went to the Argos’ game. The Riders have been on a four game losing streak, and my mood has been a bit sour where football matters are concerned. The Argos in the meantime have won four straight on the road.
The best way to get over a Rider losing streak is to attend an Argo game with a beautiful Ukrainian model. Yana and her friend Natasha joined me for the game. Neither knew the rules, so I spent a lot of time explaining what was going on, but it was still fun. Rogers Centre had the largest crowd of the season and the vibe was good. I didn’t even care that the Argos lost. Afterwards I went to Shoeless Joe’s to watch the Rider game on TV amongst a mass of humanity. The Riders won and I didn’t get home until 2am.
Speaking of models, I did a little modelling myself on Saturday morning. There will be no photos of that session. The gig involved me standing nude in front of a class full of art students, holding poses for 30 minutes at a time. It’s really not difficult and I enjoy the near meditation that comes with staring at a spot on the wall for an extended period of time.
When I got home, Jazzy and I spent most of the day locked on the couch watching Netflix. I was about done being social with other human being creature persons. Six hours later, Fiona texted and asked if we wanted to go to Nuit Blanche with them. I declined, but encouraged Jazzy to take in the festivities, which she did.
My understanding is they didn’t get home until 4am. I’m glad they had fun, but no part of me regrets my self imposed exile from human contact. I woke up this morning feeling refreshed and slightly more inclined to be around people again.
I have a lunch meeting with a colleague this afternoon. He just sold a script and I want to tap his rolodex. Room 31 is just about ready to go, and I have agent shopping on the brain. This career of mine is a people driven business, and it’s clear to me that I have yet more such persons to add to my circle of contacts.