Friday, April 04, 2008

1 down, 7 to go

Last night was our first performance that really counted. The first evening of dinner theatre. It went SO well! I was amazed, especially after that terrible performance in North Battleford. I had fun, something which was definitely missing in N.B. The audience was amazing, they laughed and were clearly enjoying themselves and the play. It makes things so much easier when you have a good audience to feed from. Oh! And the food! Good God, it was incredible. They bbq'd roast beef for the main course, the whole town smelled heavenly. The salads were fantastic, and the desserts were amazing. The whole town contributes to the meal, every house in the phone book gets a call and is asked to make either a salad or dessert for one night. I have been conscripted to make a salad called "Of Rice and Men." It looks absolutely disgusting, but people seem to like it.

I have some hope on the Wesley front too! A friend of mine says she saw him over on her side of town Wednesday night. She called him and he responded by giving her a dirty look, meowing, and disappearing into a bush. If it was him then it means, well, it means he is alive and may be coming home sometime. I'm trying not to be too hopeful, I don't want to be disappointed, but my spirits were certainly lifted. So long as he stays away from dogs, cars, trains, and the open prairie where coyote's and foxes and great big owls hunt, he should survive, right??

1 comment:

Emmett said...

One of my former roommates had a little manx named Gordy who got outside and we didn't see him for 5 weeks. He was such a tiny little slip of a thing we thought for sure he'd gotten himself killed. Then a lady called from the northwest side of Edmonton who had him living under her back step, and she'd had her son grab him long enough to read the tattoo in his ear.

He'd been hunting magpies-- magpies!-- and when she dropped him off he'd transformed into this muscled, feral jaguar cat. Gosh.

But, still-- cats will surprise ya.