The Battle of Dundurn Street North.
The last few weeks/months there has been a war going on between the City government and the local theatre “The Staircase.” the basics is that due to insufficient on site parking the Staircase will be limited to hosting only 30 people on its premises (including staff). The community has been fighting a tough fight to gain signatures to get the bylaw in question waved through a variance that will allow the staircase to have a much higher capacity, one that will allow it to actually stay in business.
Those of you who know me know that I will not shut up about the staircase, and pester and bombard people with statuses, event pages, and text messages to come to events at the staircase. I do this because it is one of the best theatre communities in the city. It is the place where every cast goes after a show to enjoy karaoke and relax. A place where everyone is given a shot to pursue creative outlets in all fields of the arts. On Monday nights there is Yoga, acting, and improv all happening simultaneously in one building. Only in over prices rec centres do you get that same level of activity, but the Staircase doesn’t charge an obscene monthly membership. It is an affordable and fun place to be.
I have made life long friends here, had life milestones here, fallen in love here, taken refuge here, helped to literally build the Staircase, and I cannot imagine losing it, like losing an old friend, or watching someone you love slowly slip away. Good people of the internet, artists, actors, scholars, and just genuinely awesome people please help sign this petition http://staircase.org/ and save a local theatre!
Been in my apartment 15 minutes. Already snagged the best bed in the best bedroom, unpacked my router and set up the wifi.
Currently awaiting roommates. Life is good.
Cute guy sits next to me in the airport
Two minutes later he gets up and leaves the gate entirely. Waiting for the punchline? Me too.
The night before doing something that scares me a little,
Like speaking at a conference, donning new students, going to a social event where I don’t know anyone, starting a new job, or you know, moving to Florida for 2 and a half months, I wear a Waterloo shirt to bed.
In addition to this being statistically likely given the obscene number of Waterloo shirts I own, I think I do it because it reminds me that it’s important to do things that make you uncomfortable. That they are educational, challenging, and that they are often more rewarding than you could ever imagine.