Wiccan Weekend

[Moetown]

I'm finally going to see Sicko today.  

[Just Some Girl]

My friend Isabel finished work early, so I ended up meeting her in Kensington -- yay! Sitting on a patio, two drinks in, and who walks by us and into the used instrument store next to the bar? J. Mascis. We did a smile/nod acknowledgment thingy to him (you know, so he knew we know who he is ...such girlies!) and on the way out, I had planned to ask him what he was doing in town, but then Isabel's friend rode by on his bike just as J. was coming out of the store, and friend dude started hyping some benefit show he's doing, so didn't get the chance.

The guy with J. was a total freak. Super-skinny, wearing red leather pants (even though it's really hot out) and some clashing polka dotted shirt, but I've never seen him before, so don't know if he's a local that J. is working with or what.

Also, the Constantines guys were loading stuff from the store into a band van, so it was all about "celebrity" spottings today.  

[Moetown]

All those guys could be sitting at the table next to me, and I wouldn't even know it.

[matthew]

The bike ride was good...I miscalculated the distance, and the entire trip was 26 miles/42KM...yet it felt terribly shorter than the last trip because it was not as interesting.

I kept thinking about how A Simple Plan formed up there (Île Bizard) and how those <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gawcyODiKls" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/v/gawcyODiKls</a> were probably of the same background of so many 'musicians' I met in college, living in huge houses and having top of the line equipment from day one. Instead of 'cars' (like the jocks they would decry) these 'rebel musicians' were given Marshall Stacks for Christmas. Blargh. I am not playing poor little poor boy, as I consider myself not only spoiled, but continuing to be spoiled on other levels (being allowed to live here so that I can recover because my parents did not want me to die when W____ broke up with me. And I am almost positive I would have, to be entirely honest.), but I could see how such vapid music might come easily from such a wealthy little island (I did not see a single house that would not go for at least $750,000 - almost all of them are on the water and there is no real 'town' except for a section on the east side of the island. The island is being chipped away by developers, but most of it remains golf courses and old farm estates. No shock that the map I found was on on a golf site. Zoom in on that map and you can see that even the little chunk of suburban area in the east of the island is well-to-do with virtually every single home having a pool in the backyard. I suppose it is possible that the suburbanites in Simple Plan were all from the miniscule lower income chunk of the island (aka the original settlement where even the old church stands), but I somehow doubt it as much as I doubt that any of them are from the huge estate-owning families on the 'top' of the island. I am never shocked by the lack of taste of the rich, though. The hideous homes that these people buy and have built are astonishing. The only thing I ever envy of the rich is the space that it buys. It is a curious and paradoxical state of affairs where you require great wealth to "return to nature" and live in a nice woody lot.

The only reason I am going to these areas is because they have long highway-like roads that are ideal for bike rides. I had entirely forgotten about the east end of the island, as the last times I rode there I stayed to the undeveloped west end, which ended up being how I envisioned the entire island (being fields of long dry grass). Ah, well...so, Île Bizard is a bust (even the 10KM to the island only takes 20 mins on bike), if I go up there again I think I'll cross over on the mini-ferry to Laval and the Wal-Mart sprawl of Sainte-Dorothée.

I wonder if I could manage to ride to my shrink's Westmount office? I really want to do it, and so I should...but the problem with appointments is you have to make them.

4:10PM is late enough that it should be no problem, but there are so many complicating factors for me with this godforsaken anxiety disorder...damn, damn, damn...