Happy Valentines Day

Marilyn Manson - Feb 4, 2013 - Winnipeg, MB

      “I never said to be like me, I say to be like you and make a difference.”  - Marilyn Manson

 

On Monday night, the Mascot and I took advantage of a gifted pair of tickets and caught the Marilyn Manson show at MTS Centre. We had amazing seats in a suite to the left of the stage and were able to take in all of the action. On stage, off stage, behind the stage… there was never a shortage of things to amuse us.

The opening band was the Butcher Babies, headed by two chicks with remarkable hair-swinging skills. I didn’t enjoy their show for their (ahem) musical merit, but I was mesmerized by their stage presence and apparent need to scream ALL THE TIME. The Mascot seemed to enjoy their outfits. Ahem.

After a short break, the self-proclaimed “Anti-Christ Superstar” took the stage.  I don’t know that I would call myself a big fan, but I have always been fascinated with him – his music and his envelope-pushing image. Based on my 5-point “Is it art?” checklist, he definitely makes art.

MM’s set was short, but that was probably for the best. I have never seen such a wonderfully bizarre display of ADD in my entire life. In the first four songs alone, I bet he changed outfits and props 9 times (including a Pope robe and hat, a gas-mask, a white tux jacket and matching fur stole…). He also did some fairly inexplicable things, like throwing an entire birthday cake into the crowd and, later, writhing atop a tall, black plywood box. The fact that he was singing the entire time seemed almost secondary to the theatrics.

But we loved every moment of it. How could you not? The Mascot declared the show “better than LMFAO”, which I am pretty sure is high praise, and shelled out $35 for a Butcher Babies souvenir T (which I am already coveting).

My New Gig

So, Rebecca, we don’t hear a peep from you on your blog for 6 weeks and then, when you finally decide to return, there’s no explanation…just a quick “Oh, hi, hello” and picture of some cold French fries? What gives?

What gives, or what gave, is (was?) all of my free-time. I went from actually having some, to having none.

Gone are my early-morning (post-gym) blogging sessions, my late-morning (pre-gym) “Say Yes to the Dress” mini-marathons, and my afternoon (post- and pre- gym) naps. Oh, how I miss those naps. Do I miss teaching 2-4 classes a day? Ehhh, notsomuch.

I’m not complaining, though. I am having the adventure of a lifetime.

In December, after months of wishing on everything from stars to birthday candles, I was hired to be the new Communications Assistant in the Mayor’s Office. (And, by “in the Mayor’s Office”, I mean IN the Mayor’s Office. My desk is right behind the cool black metal grid-thing that runs along the front of the Council Building.)

 

So far, it has been a blast. I am working with a great group of people, and I am getting a crash-course in the somewhat wacky world of municipal politics and the media. And I get to write lots. LOTS*. Plus, I am having no trouble meeting my personal mandate of learning something new every day.

I do kinda miss Say Yes to the Dress, though… I kid.

 

*This could explain why I am somewhat unmotivated to blog/tweet in the evenings. I am out of words!