Rock of Ages

"I wanna rock! (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)
I want to rock (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)

Turn it down you say,
Well all I got to say to you is time again I say, "No!"
No! No, No, No, No, No!
Tell me not to play
Well, all I got to say to you when you tell me not to play,
I say, "No!"
No! No, No, No, No, No!
So, if you ask me why I like the way I play it
There's only one thing I can say to you

I wanna rock! (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)
I want to rock (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)

There's a feelin' that
I get from nothin' else and there ain't nothin' in the world
That makes me go!
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
Turn the power up
I've waited for so long so I could hear my favorite song so,
Let's go!
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
When it's like this I feel the music shootin' through me
There's nothin' else that I would rather do

I wanna rock! (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)
I want to rock (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)"

- Lyrics of "I Wanna Rock" by Twisted Sister


An exhausting work week closed for me yesterday with an evening at The Royal Alex to see Rock of Ages. The tickets were a birthday gift from Jacob to Merv. As has become our pre-theatre tradition, we had dinner at Big Daddy's Crabshack. Looking at the three of us sitting in the restaurant must have been some sight. Jacob was nearly comatose after completing a mind-numbing week of IT trivia at work. Merv was showing the signs of wear from completing his first week at his new job. I was so tired, I barely touched my dinner. I was at the Inter-Continental Hotel before 8 o'clock yesterday morning to co-present a seminar on Bill 162. I knew the likelihood of getting home before the theatre was small so I intended to bring a pair of flat, comfie shoes. I should have had coffee before I left. By two o'clock my feet were screaming in my stiletto pumps and there was no extra pair of shoes in the car.

I couldn't quite imagine how I would gather enough energy to really enjoy the show. I had a big cup of coffee and thought at the very least, the music would be loud enough to drown out any sleep sounds I might make. But Rock of Ages turned out to be a performance I couldn't sleep through. It was funny, fresh and light. There was no big effort required to follow the plot (there isn't much of one), I knew the music and when I could get away with it, I sang along. Merv and I both thought it was laugh-out-loud funny, at times. Jacob looked amused but not quite as engaged as Merv and I. Fair enough, the music wasn't from his time.

As much as I enjoyed the show, I started my preparations for driving home at the intermission. I had parked my car in Metro Hall, entering with my credit card. In the interest of being a little bit organized, I decided to pull out my card and tuck it into a place where I could easily locate it to use when exiting the garage. A casual, then a more frantic search revealed I did not have the credit card. So at a quarter to eleven I returned to Big Daddy's. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I realized I did not get the card back when I paid the dinner bill. Upon entering the restaurant we encountered the manager. He was unaware of any credit card being left behind and the dining room was closed. Nonetheless we found our waitress in the kitchen. She found the card after we left and left it with the hostess who apparently tucked it into the desk. But a search of the desk by a couple of people yielded no credit card. Success finally came when someone asked the bartender. Forty-five minutes later we were home. I'm not sure if my head actually touched the pillow before I was asleep.

Today my boys are headed to a Toronto FC game. I planned to sit on the deck and string pearls but the sky is gray and a bit threatening. The pearls are blue and very tiny. I don't know if I will be able to see to string them if I'm sitting indoors but if not, there are several things I will do to amuse myself today. I'm reading Kitty Kelly's unauthorized biography of Oprah. I'm planning on a long soak in the tub and I may wander over to Bayview Village to see if someone can slot me in for a pedicure. Or, I may watch sappy old movies and sleep. It is a day to recharge my batteries - even the Eveready Bunny eventually runs out of juice.