Tuesday night was one of the most exciting nights of my life!!! First, I saw a wonderful concert, and then second,
I barely escaped my own murder.
Concert: Hawksley Workman
Opener: Hey Rosetta!
Venue: London Music Hall, London, ON
Date: Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Rating: *****
The evening began at The London Music Hall, where I saw Hey Rosetta! and Hawksley Workman. O, they were glorious!
I have seen Hey Rosetta!, one of my favourite bands (both for their music and their exclamation point) many times, but this was the first time I had seen Hawksley. He is most dreamy in person! Also, his mother wrote all his songs! I was not aware of this previously, but I am impressed.
My favourite part of the evening was the encore, when both bands together performed Your Beauty Must be Rubbing Off! Tim Baker of Hey Rosetta! and Hawksley took turns on the vocals. I also sang along very loudly and I am sure Hawksley noticed my melodious contribution.
After the show, I went to meet up with one of my
blind dates from Craigslist!! This was the message he originally sent me:
hey, 19 m 6' muscular, are you up for a bubble bath right now?
So we made plans to meet up at his place after the concert. I of course brought my beach towel and my favourite raspberry-scented bubble bath. I also brought my gun, because...why not?
His house was a beautiful estate home on Commissioners at Carnegie. I was a little worried by the sign outside that said "Party Mansion - Nothing Sexual" because while I like parties, I was hoping for something sexual? But I rang the doorbell.
The door was answered by a tall, muscular man wearing a mask like the one from the film Scream. I thought "How splendid! This will be a kinky evening!" He also carried a crossbow. We introduced ourselves. I told him my name was ShimmerShine Moondreams, and he told me that I could call him Mister Death. A charming name, I agreed.
He asked if I would mind going straight to the bath, and I thought this was a lovely idea, though a bit strange to not have drinks and cupcakes first. Still, he was the host and I should not criticize. I also admired the golden bridle hanging on his wall.
On the way to the bathroom, I tripped over some bones that looked like horse femurs, except they sparkled like unicorn bones. "How odd," I thought. I wondered if he were perhaps a veterinarian. When I asked him, he said "No," and then laughed most strangely. His laughter was a little distorted by the Scream mask, though, so I decided that was why it made my tail hairs stand on end.
He led me to a jacuzzi filled with bubbles!!! O, I did a dance of joy at this, and sang a little song (a Hawksley Workman song actually, Pomegranate Daffodil). My new friend was impressed. I said "I love your tub, but I am a little sad that you did not wait to use my raspberry bubble bath." He said "Do not worry, this is special bubble bath I made just for tonight." I sniffed the air and thought that I smelled acid. What a strange thing to perfume your bathroom with, but to each his/her own, I supposed.
It was then that I noticed something suspicious!!!!!
(An aside here: I am sure it was only my training in forensic investigation that saved my life Tuesday evening, for it has made me a keen observer.)
On the floor next to a tub, there was a flyer. I noticed it because of the beautiful graphic design. I was about to ask my new friend if he used MS Publisher to design it, when I realized what it said:
Unicorn bones to highest bidder.
New material avail. early Wed. morning.
Call 519-###-#### for deets.
My new friend was a unicorn poacher!!!
I pirouetted smoothly and pulled my gun from beneath my towel in one lithe movement. Mister Death raised his crossbow, but I was too fast for him! I shot it from his hands and then kicked him in the kneecap with my front hooves. I then hightailed it out the door, into the beautiful London night air. O, you have never smelled such delicious air until you have tasted your own death in your nostrils!
(I wonder: is it possible Mister Death is also the London Sleepwatcher, or do we have
two criminals in our fair city??)
Today I took the train from Brampton to London, and for part of our journey we were joined by Santa Claus!
