I did something tonight that’s been on my mind for some time – years, I think.
I always thought that if the opportunity would arise, I’d take it, but likely not seek it out myself.
It’s not something that a lot of people in my circle of friends have done, or do, although I know they’ve thought of it once or twice. After tonight, I find myself in the realm of people who… well…
I just returned from a date… without my husband.
Want to know what I did?
I went to a local film festival of short, independent films tonight and gratuitously crossed off #19 from my List! (so what if I added it just now, only to cross if off. My List, my rules.)
For years, I’ve wanted to take myself to the movies alone. I know, I know, no big deal, right? People do it like, all the time. Ya, sure, but I haven’t. Being in a relationship as long as I have (and no, I’m not complaining, ya’ll) you sometimes forget to take time to do things alone, which, like I’ve learned a lot lately, holds a lot of value.
You talk… to yourself
You argue… with yourself
You agree… with yourself
You enjoy your favorite neighborhood in the whole city… with yourself
And that’s awesome.
I bought my “ticket for one, please” for a mere $2 and sat mid-way up the theater and had the row to myself. Score. I stretched out, took up three seats (one for the coat, the purse and, of course, myself) and sat quietly as the screen flickered from black to gold.
Two years ago, this wonderful, not-for profit cinema, The Revue (which dates back to the vintage and beloved days of Art Deco) nearly closed down. The community was devastated. But, some angel purchased it; fundraisers were held; articles were written and all media in Toronto published or aired stories of the sadness that was the Closing of the Revue on Roncesvalles. And so, it received a face-life and remains open today.
And that’s how I ended up at the 10th installment, second annual Drop Your Shorts (as in, um, short films) festival… with myself.
*On a side note, my aversion to the cold lately has kept me indoors and in the bath way to often. So much so, that I had no idea that two of usual haunts have succumb to the remnants of the recession and the ongoing construction on Roncesvalles Ave – ironically, this construction is meant to “revive” the community long term. I guess when there’s change, there’s casualties. Two of the fallen include The Queen of Tarts bakery (the best ginger bread cookie in the city) and Silver Spoon bistro (the best creme brulee from here to Mexico).
Recession + major construction to Roncesvalles Avenue x lost business = store closures. That’s the new math on our beloved street.
I need to reconnect with this lovely neighborhood, the one we sold our loft for, so that we could rent our asses off and live in a too-small apartment, above a drug dealer with three noisy kids and a wife with questionable cooking practices. Yes, we must reconnect, indeed. I love this city.
To review all the films from this evening (there were eight, in varying lengths) wouldn’t be my style. Instead, I’ll leave you with the film that left me speechless (which was a good thing, because people who talk to themselves live one neighborhood over, anyway) and reminded me to remember the things I love most about the people in my life.
I hope you enjoy it, too
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