January 20, 2008

Two Silly Boys

Took the kids to see Twelve Angry Men at the Princess of Wales theatre this afternoon. Marc had been studying the film in law class, and the timing seemed pretty great. The first question out of Jackson's mouth when I announced I'd bought tickets? "Do I hafta go?".

Yes, he had to go. I remember my mother taking us to all the English pantomimes that Lionel Somebody used to put on at Hamilton Place when I was a kid. At the end, they'd always bring a real horse (or 3) out on stage, and my sister Gillian and I would just wait - really, just wait - for the horse to poop. But still. The fact I can remember any of it means it was important.

The drive out wasn't bad at all. I've come to dread whenever I have to go downtown, the traffic is rush hour all day long now. We did well until the Gardiner - you get a 3km warning for Spadina, and every arsehole on the planet was playing oops-I-missed-the-sign-I'm-going-to-have-to-nudge-in-here-is-that-okay? No, not okay. People are so rude. I spent a lot of time in a car with a person who drove this way - I used to duck in embarrassment. Everyone hates you. Stop doing that.

Of course, the lads were in the back seat alternating punching each other and discussing their current addiction - War Craft. Then Jackson would serenade us with Home On The Range. Now, this was the only song my father used to sing (in a one-note way that was hypnotising, and painful). As I listened to my 13-year-old sing the same words as the grandfather he barely knew, I finally realized what he was singing: "Home, home on the range. Where the deer and the cantaloupes plaaaaaaaaaay..."

We made it to the theatre on time, though the last single kilometre took as long as the 50 before it. The play is excellent - one room set, 12 actors, no intermissions. It is quite intense. Something I'd like to have mentioned to the woman behind us who mistook the actors' dramatic silences for her chance to discuss her recent vacation with her seatmate.

Marc loved it; Jackson behaved, using our binoculars to spy on other audience members when he got bored. I told him one day he would appreciate this experience, though I fear with the absence of any pooping horses, my words fell on deaf ears.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Blair... Lionel Blair.

January 22, 2008 9:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh yes it is...

January 22, 2008 9:11 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Ah, how I love my readers. I'd knew someone would come through...thanks, Ozzie!

January 22, 2008 9:12 AM  

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