The lovely and talented Meghan decided that after she was done cutting my hair, she was dragging me out with the gang to stand outside Bluefest to hear the National. (Great Band worth the d/l ... as an aside I want to know why it's not the great stuff I can hear in my living room. Eh?)
Meghan (who is one of the best hair dresser in Ottawa, Le Spa) happens to also be a friend of mine. Unfortunately she was running a touch late on Saturday, and I had a family party and she didn't have time to do my cut. I'd complain but it's twice the visits, all for QT witha friend.
"Where's The Boy?"
Plan A had been to bring him.
I explain that after downing a toonie's worth of penny (now nickel, dime and quarter) candy and taking a spin (literally) on the swing wheel at camp this afternoon that he was looking a touch green around the gills. Timing was such that The Man and I drove home together, picked up The Boy and they both dropped me off. Meghan decided this was great news.
"Great, you're coming to the National then with us. Call Becky and get her to get you some food."
Meghan is all about the food. After I spend a good 10 minutes trying to explain why I can't possibly go and she basically tells me to go anyway, and that is that. Which is how I ended up walking down Somerset with her, laid back just being. The way I tend to be with this crew. (They are a totally great bunch. I think I need to see them more.) Hence as we walk down Somerset to meet the crew at Booth.
"Have you been to Raw Sugar?" She asks as we walk passed.
"No but I'm reading there next week," I say. Shit, I just said that out loud.
"You're reading? What are you reading?" Damn it, I did in fact say that out loud.
Which leads to an explanation of the blog, which as she points out, is public and therefore people read it. And I tell her I'm nervous and completely self-conscious about my work. She points out that I just need to read it, it's not so bad. And what is it with us writers not wanting to people to actually read our stuff. Our friend, Tops is the same way, she says.Yeah, but he actually puts 'zines together, me I just blog.
Thing is I blog and know you can all read it, but I'm a bit self-conscious about it. And well, no one in Ottawa needed to know about the blog, except now you do. And now she does... so 'hi'.
All to say, if I hear the owner of Raw Sugar is amazing. And hopefully, she'll have something to help if I pass out from stage fright. Just remind me not to mention it to my mother.
