Via Beyond Robson I see that the Stanley Theatre is putting on Waiting for Godot. Tickets are really expensive: $52 when factoring in Ticketmaster's Ridiculousness Charge, but I'll be going to a performance in a couple weeks. Starting with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern last year, I'm making more of an effort to see more plays, since I can just rent movies that come out in the theatres withoug having to deal with bad projection and loud teenagers and expensive food.

There's a talent agency next door to my office. Leaving a couple nights ago, I smelled perfume, and outside were sitting 4 very attractive young ladies. Asking them what they were waiting for—a silly question, since it was obvious—one of them said "waiting for John" (the agency's namesake) but one girl, after a pause, said, quietly, almost as if the thought it was the obvious joke to make, "Waiting for Godot". Seeing this as an opportunity to strike up a conversation while waiting for the Slowest Elevator in the World, I said I had heard about a production in Vancouver, asked her whether she had read or seen the play (she had read it) and tried to talk about how you can only see the same place once but she was called in.

I could have titled this "Waiting for Waiting for Godot", but it's been done.