I've been meaning to tell you

Fewer dialogue posts on Rose-coloured lately. I’m not sure why. I still talk to Mark a lot. Occasionally I make a note of one and then wait to long to write it out and it loses too much detail and doesn’t make sense; occasionally one is either off-colour or about a specific person who mightn’t like being posted about and I omit; often life just doesn’t seem that funny these days. But sometimes it is.

Last night we went to Pickering to see the new Mike Birbiglia standup comedy show, the Good Life. If you don’t know Mike B, I really recommend his standup—he’s more a storyteller than anything, just a really funny one. He talks about life and family and love and death in a real, honest, hilarious, painful way, and he’s exactly my age so I relate to a lot of it. He also talks a lot about what it takes to craft a joke or a story, so again, relatable to me. I do not recommend the Go bus to Pickering, though I suppose it was worth it.

Anyway at the show I wanted to take a photo of Mark and me standing beside the poster for Instagram, in that way that modern people do—as slightly uncool evidence of having done a cool thing. But there were not any analogue posters—just screens with rotating assortments of everything this theatre is ever going to show for the foreseeable future. We were at the Pickering Casino Arena, a confusing but very nice place that appears to have no other upcoming shows I would ever want to see, which I know because I watched the screen for a long time, hoping to be able to lunge in when our show’s poster came up and we could take our selfie. They were late opening the theatre doors so we had time to do this and nothing else to do, but it was still tedious (and ultimately unsuccessful). During the process, we had this conversation.

RR: Oh, there is a Jimmy Buffett show.
MS: Tribute show.
RR: Ok.
MS: …
RR: Not the real guy?
MS: I guess not.
RR: A tribute to the finance guy?
MS: …that’s Warren Buffett.
RR: What? What’s the difference?
MS: Warren Buffett gives advice about finance and…I’m actually not too sure. He tells people what to do with their money. And he’s rich and gives money to a lot of causes.
RR: Good causes? That we would like?
MS: I think so.
RR: Good. … So what is Jimmy Buffett?
MS: He’s like a lounge singer. Like Tom Jones.
RR: Ok. Does he know Warren? Are they brothers?
MS: I don’t know. But probably not.
[all of this has been interspersed with sad, failed attempts to take photos with the poster for the MB poster when it cycles all too briefly around]
MS: I think we should give up on this now. I think we should go over there. The security guard is starting to give you the stink eye.
RR: He probably already knew the difference between Jimmy and Warren Buffett.
MS: Well, most people do.
RR: Hey!

When we got into the theatre, it turned out there was a screen over the stage that showed the poster for longer increments so I just took a photo of that and we couldn’t be in it because it was too big and (more importantly) there was no way to get up on the stage. It doesn’t matter. No one believes I am cool (see above).

<3

RR