The plan for the day was to shop....not for ourselves but for the people back home. After shopping we were going to meet one of our adopted moms, have dinner and head out to watch the Movie- Sex and the City!
Friday morning saw the chronological events of the switched around. For starters I woke up early - very early.... I mean 5am sawme up and ready to face the day. I was up and filled with energy...so I was in the kitchen scrubbing away. Soon I ran out of enrgy, so I grabbed a bowl of cereal ( something I hardly do coz I'm always on the go) and jumped back into bed.
Then I got the call- Sex and the City tickets were 90% sold out! We had to move fast...however after being slowed down by my landlord...who just wanted to ctch up with me, and having to play shrink, 11 am saw us in the heart of Toronto's entertainment district. We ran into Faith, a Zim chick I met when I first got here. After all the hugs and pleasantries, we found out they were off to see the movie too. Their plan was to have lunch and watch the movie. We all decided to line up for the tickets... we were somewhere at the front, right behid Faith's convoy of abot 12 or saw ladies. Except for Faith, no one else was in heels, most of them were in jeans and sneakers or their scrub, they had just finished their clinicals. We waited ...for how long, I have no idea how, long...we all yacking away... how we were all excited about the movie, the reviews the local papers had given the movie, can you imagine, The Globe and Mail, gave it zero stars....anyway who cares about what the columnist in the newspapers think. We got in ...1950 show ....sold out, 1850...sold out, 2220 sold out ...., 2315 sold out! So we settled fo 1615...that would give 'mom' enough time to join us from work.
Armed with out tickets and pleased with ourselves ...we went shopping. Next to finding great deals...what made me even happier was that I had those tickets in my hand...and it wasn't such a big deal that the way we'd planned the day was turning otherwise!
Hour later back at the Scotiabank Theatres...time was ticking... we were waiting for 'mom'...who was somehow lost in town...we waited...and were just short of the thumb rolling routine...when three...very hot guys, got out of a pink fire truck, with Quattro Schick transcribed on its sides.Three hunks in black, and rocking some pink suspenders....oh my days! They handed every woman a shaving stick....freebies....well I'm still well- stocked from the last time I hoarded some..at the Beaches Jazz Festival...besides it would be outta characterto start hoarding...right here ! Even men...cab drivers ...etc were reaching out to get the freebies...guess I aint the only one who loves them!.
It was then that I spotted the Man in the trench-coat...I knew I'd seeen him somewhere but couldn't quite put my finger to it. Anyway still no sign of 'mom' and the clock inching closer to 1615, we decided we'd head up, get our lil munchies... secure seats and have one of us come back to check for 'mom'. 1610ish...she showed up and we headed straight for the assigned auditorium...it was packed....the last movie I came to see and was this packed was Dreamgirls.
Movies starts and all women scream. The fashions...ha...I've never seen such. And my twin is in too. Great movie, I'd go watch it again!
Anyway...as I watch the movie I realize that in one way or the other we are all like Carrie... well maybe not all of us maybe me. We have the Miranda's , the Samantha's and the Charlotte's surrounding us. I choose not to match these characters to my frenz...but we all need frenz. They are probably our toughest and most sincere mirrors...they will tell me what I need to hear...out of love and admiration, and they'll tell me wat I may not necessarily like to hear, and again they'll do it out of love. They'll be there to rally me on, and if ever my load gets to heavy I have their shoulders to cry on , and possibly, they will cry with me. People look at me and think I am strong....I beg to differ, I'm just ordinary, I just have a strong base- my frenz. I pray and hope that I can be at least half as good to them as they have been to me. Love you Smokes, Timbit and Lilo. You are tru gems!
Another lesson learnt. Never seek what you think is a higher level of happiness than wat you are experiencing.Be content....happiness has no levels...when u are happy u r happy, if u are not happy with what u feel then u are not truly happy, do not seek for more of wat u r feeling...because u just won't get it, before u know it u'll miss out on a good moment and it just might be too late to go back and enjoy it. Open your eyes and enjoy your happy moment, every aspect of it !
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