I never finished watching the Chipmunks movie last night -- that opening scene was all I could take (although it did actually cheer me up considerably due to its sheer lunacy). And I've been singing that song all day long today.
I woke up with a sore throat, body aches, and chills this morning, but fortunately, Francois had told me to come in "around 1 p.m." Not bad for a Friday start time. What I didn't realize, however, is that my day would go straight until 3 a.m., and that I'd be "ticket counter girl" for a screening of films tonight at the Lion d'Or. This is not an easy job when I have a line full of Quebec French people giving me loonies and toonies and cash, and I'm trying to understand both their dialect and their monetary system. I'm pretty sure I gave one guy 22$ in change for his 20$.
What this job did afford me, however, was an opportunity to greet everyone who attended. Long story short, I spoke with Patrick ("grapes") about a feature film he's written for which he's just received funding. (So many of these people are really serious about the film industry, and actually succeeding in it.) Later, my friend Paskal showed up (neither of us knew the other would be there), and after the films, we departed. We walked a couple of miles in 40-degree temps with 20 mph winds, in search of another game of pockets. Good times, despite the cold. And my pockets game is improving.
My new friend Ariane has invited me to see an Andy Warhol exhibit tomorrow afternoon. While I'm not exactly a Warhol fan, she's incredibly nice (like just about everyone I've met in Montreal), and I sincerely appreciate the offer to do something social. Who knows -- since my perspective on many other things appears to be changing in Canada -- maybe I'll discover that even I like Warhol better here. Or not.
At the very least, I'm developing a solid social network of wonderfully warm, funny, intelligent, and interesting people. Canadian people. I like this.
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If Canada helps you like Warhol films, then it truly is a wonderland. I've seen so many of his films during my study of avant garde films, and despite the abundance of male nudity, I still can't say I "appreciate" them. And that's saying a lot.
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