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(UPDATE: Just got an update from the Relay For Life people. Our timeslot has been changed to 8:45-9:30 pm, after a hip-hop band and just before Salome Bey)

The Real Diary Critic posted a review of my journal today. My score: 5 out of 10. :-)

Hey, Chow Yun-Fat is filming Bulletproof Monk in our neighbourhood this Saturday. The notice in the elevator says that this movie is a comedy adventure about "a monk that teams up with a thief on a spiritual quest to defeat evil". Sounds like a brilliantly original plot, doesn't it? I'm surprised Chris Rock isn't hidden away in the cast list somewhere.

Our neighbourhood seems to be a popular spot for movie companies, mostly for scenes involving cars: car chases, car crashes, people getting out of cars, people standing in front of cars and talking. Sometimes the film crew will scatter garbage along the street and the cabs will have New York plates.





Roy Thompson Hall and Metro Hall are also popular spots. The council scene in the first X-Men movie was filmed across the street, and sometimes I used to see parked spaceships and blue-skinned aliens in Metro Square from my office while scenes from a Gene Roddenberry tv series was being filmed (can't remember the name, sorry; I did try watching it once). Yes, PATRICK STEWART was within spitting distance of my apartment! (*swoon) Luisa and I brazenly infiltrated the set area one day but I did not catch a glimpse of my heartthrob, sadly.

The apartment down the hall was rented out to film a scene for a Vince Vaughn movie; I came home after doing errands one day to find a film crew huddled along the hallway, motioning for me to be quiet.

Practised with Allison and Jodi last night. We went to Swiss Chalet with Jeff for dinner. I've been in Chalet sauce heaven since a Swiss Chalet moved in a one-minute walk away from our apartment. Yes, I know...it's not fine cuisine. But I find something comforting about the sameness of the food, the bland mashed potatoes, the limp lettuce, the perkiness of the waitstaff. When I'm feeling melancholy or stressed, I always find myself craving a visit.





Last night, we had an especially perky waiter. He seemed to have a thing for Jeff, though Jeff denies this, and called Allison and I "darling". We gave him a nice tip.

My only complaint about that particular Swiss Chalet are the washrooms. First off, you have to wander down a winding and half-lit corridor to find them (I half-expected to be eaten by a grue). I hate that, when you spend more time looking for the restrooms than you do actually eating your meal.

Then when you finally find the restrooms, you discover that the stalls were built by anorexic contortionists. Finding a way to shut the door after entering the stall without climbing into the toilet bowl yourself becomes an exciting challenge.

Ok, maybe I exaggerate slightly. Having the smallest bladder in the world, however, I'm always aware of this sort of thing.





Anyway, we went back the apartment after dinner and shared some chocolates kindly sent by Rika Koerte and David Peek from the UK. These chocolates were AMAZING. The flavours included: Milk chocolate shell with Cardamom, Dark chocolate with thyme, Ivory Coast dark chocolate with aniseed filling, Vanilla and Colombian cocoa filling, Pink pepper filling, Milk chocolate shell with cinnamon, Sao Tome chocolate with ginger filling, Grenada dark chocolate with licorice filling. We each had one, and plan to ration them over the next few practices: I chose pink pepper, Allison chose thyme, Jodi chose the white chocolate. YUMMMMMM.

Thank you, Rika and David!

We ran through our entire set for tomorrow night, including the Neurotic Love Song in which I act like a fool YET AGAIN. For those of you are lucky enough not to have witnessed this song, it's basically about an obsessed Patrick Stewart / Jean-Luc Picard fan, and I use props while Jodi and Allison sing. Each time we do it, I swear up and down that I'm NEVER DOING THIS SONG EVER EVER AGAIN.

But then we do, just because it seems to be such a crowd-pleaser. Whether it is in a non-filk venue remains to be seen.

I can't believe it's already June.

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Today's Blatherpics:

	Me.
	Jeff at Swiss Chalet, having just ordered his Chicken and Shrimp Combo Special.
	Allison studiously ignoring me. >:-)
	Urban Tapestry practice last night, in preparation for our Relay For Life gig tomorrow night.
	Me.