Nuit Blanche, Phooey Blanche

My supposed mandate is to fill my days and nights with inexpensive cool experiences. Enlighten myself on the cheap and all that. Therefore Nuit Blanche should have fit the bill perfectly. Free all night contemporary art throughout downtown Toronto, I should have been all over it. If only it wasn’t for :

1) all the other people shuffling along the streets en masse.

And then

2) I was frightened when I read about Jillian McDonald’s “Zombies in Condoland” at College Street and Yonge Street. If there is one thing that scares the bejeebus out of me, it’s the hateful zombie. Apparently regular citizens could show up dressed as zombies, or enjoy a zombie makeover at the event. All well and good, sure, participation is a great thing and all, but what happens if a real zombie sneaks in? How would anyone know until it is too late?

My sister had a baby the day before, which

3) triggered an early onset midlife crisis in myself. Questions of what is my purpose? What am I doing with my life anyway? Why don’t conversations of breast pumps excite me? If I don’t have kids, who’ll visit me when I’m old? Etc. Etc.

This of course led to a

4) sleepless night, which isn’t a good lead up to wandering the streets of Toronto all night, Nuit Blanche or not. It’s great in theory, but feeling a little fragile,

5) tired, and not liking the

6) distinct autumnal chill in the air, ugh, I opted instead for a movie, far from

7) crowds, complete with my sweetie and buttered popcorn with fake white cheddar chemical powder on top.

Sorry Nuit Blanche. I’m sure I missed some great experiences. Cheap and cool is fabulous, but warm and cozy always wins.

Comments are closed.