juno II
the days are less bleary-eyed...
SHHATURDAY
after a day-filled of matrimonial-related taking-care-of-businesses (not me silly! my friend adam!), it was on to the big awards dinner, which I had been warned quite a lot about.
met up with the work peeps at the convention centre, headed straight for the bar. stella cans free! normally I'm not that crazy about stella (it's totally chav, c'mon!), but in a proper nod to my less sophisticated wannabe fancy counterparts across the pond, I partook!
met some cool people at the reception. spotted a bunch of others as well, including stand-in diva (sans attitude) slean, and less attractive others. the dining room itself was decked out in a HUGE projected prairie landscape-impeccable production for the night, and it 'twas one of the few good things as well. well, feist won, mays played, so that was good too. I mean 30 or so awards in one night is just pretty crazy, even with pretty much everyone being quick about the speeches. Jann Arden was also hilarious, though many in attendance seemed too weakly to laugh. Bryan spotted after he temporarily broke free from the media corral, only to be cattle-prodded back in true western fashion. what's with that anyways?
a very late 'surf' and 'turf' meal arrival about 16 awards in. audience well boozed on empty stomachs. Oscar Lopez apparently carried off stage later on. had already fled. some tablemates were ok, others lived up, shall we say, to their employers' 'reputation'? very troubling, but none surprising.
waited for video of the year, k-os takes it, hoodied as always. canadian idols relegated to deserted corner table, I make comments *perhaps* a little too loud.
boom! outta there!
in a cab to the zoo for inward eye, desperately. giant bald men at door turning everyone away, except for an agent and his 12 guests...SO scoot over to the Collective, and hang out with several more Fort Garry Darks, catch quinzy and novillero...head home a beaten man.
SHHATURDAY
after a day-filled of matrimonial-related taking-care-of-businesses (not me silly! my friend adam!), it was on to the big awards dinner, which I had been warned quite a lot about.
met up with the work peeps at the convention centre, headed straight for the bar. stella cans free! normally I'm not that crazy about stella (it's totally chav, c'mon!), but in a proper nod to my less sophisticated wannabe fancy counterparts across the pond, I partook!
met some cool people at the reception. spotted a bunch of others as well, including stand-in diva (sans attitude) slean, and less attractive others. the dining room itself was decked out in a HUGE projected prairie landscape-impeccable production for the night, and it 'twas one of the few good things as well. well, feist won, mays played, so that was good too. I mean 30 or so awards in one night is just pretty crazy, even with pretty much everyone being quick about the speeches. Jann Arden was also hilarious, though many in attendance seemed too weakly to laugh. Bryan spotted after he temporarily broke free from the media corral, only to be cattle-prodded back in true western fashion. what's with that anyways?
a very late 'surf' and 'turf' meal arrival about 16 awards in. audience well boozed on empty stomachs. Oscar Lopez apparently carried off stage later on. had already fled. some tablemates were ok, others lived up, shall we say, to their employers' 'reputation'? very troubling, but none surprising.
waited for video of the year, k-os takes it, hoodied as always. canadian idols relegated to deserted corner table, I make comments *perhaps* a little too loud.
boom! outta there!
in a cab to the zoo for inward eye, desperately. giant bald men at door turning everyone away, except for an agent and his 12 guests...SO scoot over to the Collective, and hang out with several more Fort Garry Darks, catch quinzy and novillero...head home a beaten man.
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