Friday, March 7, 2014|
Just a Thought...
A loyal friend laughs
at your jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with
your problems when they're not so bad. [Arnold H. Glasgow]
Wow - that felt like a fast week. Maybe it's just because I
was sunbathing in the afterglow of the weekend I spent with my
best gal pal Lisa Brandt. You may remember her as our
newscaster on 98.1 CHFI for a number of years; she went on to
co-host mornings on 680 News with Paul Cook, and then, following
her heart, she moved to London to live and eventually work with
future husband Derek Botten.
We haven't seen much of each other for the past few years.
Our work hours and lives and the 400 kilometre round trip have
kept us apart, although we can still share laughs and thoughts
through texts, tweets and emails. I'm grateful for
I thought I'd share with you - with Lisa's okay, of course - the
blog she wrote last Monday after our weekend together. It's
one of those cases of couldn't have said it better myself, and I
am also happy to introduce you to her blog. As a couple of
wonderful emails reminded me yesterday, Lent isn't just about
giving things up, sometimes it's about taking things up,
too. Yes, the intent of the notes was perhaps to take up
charitable pastimes or something of a more giving nature, but hey,
I'm giving you a great tip on a blog you may want to
follow or drop into every now and then!
So here you go. Have a terrific weekend and thank you for
sharing some time here this week. Don't forget to set your
clocks ahead before you head to bed tomorrow night as Daylight
Saving Time kicks in on Sunday at 2 am. If you're off on
March Break, enjoy some you time and lots of sleep. Now,
London to Chicago
It's incredible how time
slips away and before you know it a year has gone by between
visits with two of your favourite people. That's where hubby and
I found ourselves when BFF Erin and AFL (amazing friend for
life) Rob floated the idea of the two of us coming up for a
weekend to see Chicago at Casino Rama.
That would have been quite enough but we also had reservations
at Rama's wonderful St. Germain Steakhouse and Erin and I had a
spa afternoon planned to boot. Waking up in their peaceful,
pristine bit of lakeside paradise north of Toronto is a gorgeous
getaway by itself. We don't take its special calm and beauty for
granted and neither do they.
On Friday night we enjoyed an amazing fondue. I couldn't
remember trying fondue as a kid, in fact, I was sure we
fon-didn't, but my Mom says we did, so I guess I just don't
remember. This week I will buy a fondue pot and a
dinner-as-an-event will occur in our home in the very near
future. I had to limit to three my intake of big marshmallows
dipped in melted Toblerone chocolate mixed with Eagle Brand
condensed chocolate/caramel sauce or I would still be there,
eating them. I can't remember tasting anything so delightful! We
also watched Dallas Buyers Club and considering its Oscar wins
last night, I'm very glad we did. McConaughey's and Leto's
performances were incredible.
On Saturday after an amazing facial during which I dozed off
twice, and a pedicure that gave me pretty, purple toes, we were
off to the casino.
We had pre-show
backstage passes to meet the band but it wasn't meant to
be. St. Germain's was packed and as some people were
taking their seats in the concert venue, we were finally being
served dinner and chewing quickly. For a while there I
thought I might have to take my food on the run as a pocket
meal, into the show! The lights went down 30 seconds after
we took our seats. We couldn't have timed it better.
Chicago is a distinctive band, not only because of its sheer
size (9 members) and its horn section, but because it has
evolved over the years and still managed to stay relevant. They
began with horn-heavy rock fusion in the late 1960s, morphed
into an Adult Contemporary favourite when Peter Cetera joined in
the 80s and managed to replace him quite handily and carry on
ever since. The band hired then-twenty-three year old Jason
Scheff to replace Cetera and play bass. The lead guitarist,
Keith Howland, is a laid-back guy who signed on in 1995 and is
still considered the new guy. They have a new album
coming out, possibly two.
Chicago had the second-most chart hits in the '70s and '80s
among American bands. (The Beach Boys were first.) I couldn't
have named an original member but I know them by their voices.
They further confused me by titling every album numerically. I
could never remember whether a song was on Chicago 7, Chicago 9
or Chicago 23.
Robert Lamm is the only remaining original vocalist and one of
four members who have remained with the band. There's
something subtle about the way Lamm carries himself that makes
him appear to be the leader. However, trombone player
James Pankow, a quirky and crazily talented, little, grey-haired
man, also seems to share some of the bandleader load. Pankow
rocks out like no one I've ever seen. He points at the air and
carries on a silent conversation unrelated to the song's lyrics
while bopping around non-stop. Then he aims his
trombone and blows it flawlessly.
I got my first goosebumps during the group vocals on I've Been
Searchin' So Long. The harmonies were electrifying. Even
with a song catalogue as deep as theirs, they didn't miss a
thing. 25 or 6 to 4. Old Days. Color My World.
Beginnings. Question 67 and 68. Does Anybody Really Know
What Time it Is. Saturday in the Park. I'm A Man. Plus all
of the 80′s hits. It was the fastest 2 hours and fifteen minutes
I've ever spent.
A weekend with the most thoughtful, easygoing friends
imaginable, amazing music and food and a safe trip there and
back. Nothing tops it!
(@CHFIErin on Twitter)