When I was an assassin. Sort of.

Readers.  I realize that I have left you hanging.  I started talking all about expectations and invisible boundaries and wanting a pony and promised you I had more to say next week and then...silence.  Invisible tears are being shed. Invisble ponies are probably dying.  Well, I do have more to say, but it won't be today, because I'm getting ready to tell a story at the Rain City Chronicles Storytelling event next Thursday.  The theme is Duty Calls and I will be talking about the time in College when I was an assassin.  Sort of.  I mean I was in College, but I wasn't really an assassin.  If you want to find out more you need to come! And Jill Barber is the musical guest, so it will probably sell out... Click here or for more info or here for tickets!

But...if you're just a-jonesin' for something creatively delightful to do this very night or tomorrow...might I suggest a litte rollicking Mardi-Gras themed Halloween Concert at the Cellar Jazz Club?  It promises to be loud and boisterous and the best place in Vancouver to get beads thrown at your head while enjoy some big band music and sip sazeracs.