Spring in my Step Like a White-Tailed Deer

I have to standardize the capitalization scheme in these post titles, it's driving me nuts. But that's not what this is about.

Rather, this is about this week in my life. What has happened? Well, Friday was better than Thursday. Thursday I got stood up for lunch by my mentee, and I haven't heard from her, so I have no idea whatsoever what happened to her -- she could have gotten lost on the way to the coffee shop, she could be dead in a ditch. Anyway, I guess I'll reschedule.

Three things made Friday better than abandonment by a first-year: I fed my nascent addiction to The Office, I went on a long walk and coffee excursion with Kyle, and Katherine and I went to see Corb Lund's show at Capital. So much awesome, y'all! The openers, Elliott Brood, were like Bob Dylan souped-up with extra screaming and louder guitar. Most enjoyable. Our favourite Hurtin' Albertans took a while to actually come on (they weren't on stage until nearly 10:30) but when they did, it was quite a sight and sound. The first thing we noticed (other than the fact that Corb Lund appears to be nine, maybe ten feet tall) was that they had all dressed in old-timey duds: pants tucked into long boots, waistcoats, suspenders, those funny old quasi-bolo ties (matching red ones). Ten points for all dressing in the same period! They have a standup bass and one of those instruments that does the slidey noises in Western films (I have no idea what it is called, but it sounds pretty cool). They played all of the four songs I really wanted them to play: Roughest Neck Around, Short Native Grasses (my theme song for whent things are going badly), Hurtin' Albertan (my theme song for when things are going well), and, last of all, Counterfeit Blues. They have a very easy, comfortable stage manner, too: energetic, but not too keyed-up. Corb found time to say a couple of relevant things about the state of Canadian country music, namely that it would be pretty cool if people wrote songs about, uh, Canada.

Also, God, in His infinite wisdom, provided us with a Drunk White Lady for our amusement. She danced violently with every male in a ten-foot radius and we were above her on the balcony to witness the carnage. It's a miracle nobody lost an eye, but she did look happy. So really, a perfect night.

One more extremely exciting thing: Nate proposed to Emily on Labour Day! I didn't want to write about it until she'd had time to tell people herself, but she's given me the all-clear, so here it is! Congratulations to them! Apparently it was all very romantic, with champagne et cetera. And Katherine and I are BM's! As in bridesmaids. Whee! They're thinking of a fall wedding in 2008 or 2009, with possibly cranberry or brown dresses for us. Really, the dresses are the important parts of a wedding. The cake, venue, tux, priest, and all the rest are just there to fill the space between dresses. Or that is how I choose to look at it.