Yesterday just nudged me into the later side of my thirties. We'd originally planned a Wreck Beach trip, but it was rather overcast. We went to Beans (Bean Around the World) so I could get some writing done (at Marcel's encouragement--he thought I should engage myself in self-identifying activities. I'm thinking we shoudl promote him from husband to literary agent). Jim bought me a soy chai. 1500 words on the post-apocalyptic mystery that keeps trying to be a book. It's our favorite coffee house in town with the only drawback being the crap-shoot of music choice: 80s or country. Thankfully, we landed on 80s.

The sun came out as we were headed home, so we strapped on the skates and bladed the Sea Wall. We blazed down the hill from the look-out point passing up cars while the wind wrenched tears from the corners of our eyes.

The crowning event was the One Man Star Wars Trilogy at Waterfront Theatre. We cycled there and just missed the last ticket, but at least first on the waiting list. After a few tense moments leading up to the performance--when inexplicably the woman bearing the wait list glossed over our names and sold the only available tickets to a guy half-way down the list. Consternation, grumble, complain, nag, not fair... A few more seats remained empty, so we did get in. Not only did we did get to sit together, but we had great seats that had remained unclaimed because some kind of misunderstanding.

The hour flew by, faster than Marcel and I on blades, with the energetic, hilarious and extremely talented Charles Ross on a blank stage, no props, no costume, successfully recreating the entire trilogy (the good episodes, the ones from well before the travesty that spawned Jar Jar). The most humourous bits came from when he departed from the actual abridged script, but the wonderful recreation of the script provided the perfect context for the more humourous lines/sight gags. The greatest sight gag was the one of an AT-AT Walker being toppled by a snow-speeder wrapped cable. His R2D2 and Chewie impressions were fantastic. Yep, Mr. Ross goes into the category of really cool people that we wouldn't mind sharing an eternal afterlife with--right next to Joss Whedon. He donates half his earnings to the Cancer Foundation so we felt even more justified in totally loving him.

Afterwards, we cycled out to Naam (24-hour vegetarian place) for "dinner." It was the only meal of our busy day; by 9pm we were pretty famished.

Overall, I'd say the day was pretty emblematic of the way I like to spend my time at this stage of the game: a gentle balance of creativity and outdoor zealousness.