I missed it! I missed the Vancouver Fringe Festival! But all is not lost: I’ll be able to attend next year (!!) and the last Pick of the Fringe is playing today. For $10, Emile and I could take in The PostSecret Event in Granville Island.
The day started out pretty overcast and dull, but by the time we made it down to Granville Island, the sun was peeking out and the tourists bumped their way through the market.
PostSecret fans are generally like Apple cult members. A sighting of the founder – Frank – results in smiles, pointing, giggling and tweeting. Although I much appreciate the PostSecret project, I don’t know that I fit into the category of fanatic. I check the Sunday Secrets out often, rarely read the forums, and never post in them. But I like the concept, I like the outlet.
They had an interactive application running while we waited for the show to begin. If you tweeted using #psvancouver, then it displayed the tweets. Some were from audience members, some were from people who wished they could be there. Really neat way to pass the time until the show began.
I love fringe performances because it is alright if they aren’t great, and it is such a bonus when they move you. The PostSecret performance touched us both – there were a lot of people shedding secrets and somehow it makes me feel more connected to those around me. We’ve all got those things we don’t say out loud – but until someone does communicate something from their inner being – we forget that we are so much alike.
We immediately returned home, changed and made our way to pick up my grandpa who was treating us to dinner at Horizons on Burnaby mountain. The sun hung in the sky and we had panoramic views of the city. We enjoyed our meals as the sun dipped below the horizon. Grandpa reached out while gesturing during a story.
The red wine sat between us.
September 23rd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: With red wine dripping down me and the table, I knew that this was a GOOD day. Starting with installing my grandma’s new light, wandering like locals through the tourists at Granville Island, and pleasure in my dinner company and thankfully purple dress.