It’s Victoria Day long weekend in Canada where we celebrate the Queen and everything she means to us. I have only seen the Queen once and that was when her motorcade was going north on Idylwyld Drive and we were headed south. It was just a brief second but I think we bonded. She as the bored monarch and me as the disinterested simple peasant.
Back in 1991 I was attended a dinner held in honor of Prince Andrew and his then wife, Princess Sarah. The dinner was fine but I realized that public speaking skills were not a prerequisite to being a part of the Royal Family.
While I have to work today, we got together for a fun barbecue at our house last night with some of the Church of the Exiles. The rain held off and we had enough propane for the grill so all was good. We did have some frightening conversations about music and the deep dark mp3s that all of us have hidden on our iPods. We should have had a confessional set up because someone said that she had actually seen Carmen in concert.
Oh Carmen!
I am sorry I didn’t make it in!!
I saw Carmen in concert once. It was a small show. He didn’t have a band … go figure. During the questions and answer time I shouted out, “Where’s the band?” He didn’t like that question.