A strange, but enjoyable, evening...

As promised, I will fill you in on the strange event I went to tonight. But, a strange event occurred at the prelude to the strange event...

Anyway, TB, her friend A, and I went to a restauarant in Little Italy to hang out for awhile. While we were eating, Zack Werner, the "grumpy" judge from Canadian Idol came in and sat down at the long table that was beside us, where a large group with children and adults of various ages were seated. It's always funny seeing someone from TV in person. They look the same and sound the same but I guess it's just the shock of seeing someone out of their usual environment that makes it strange. I had the same sensation when I was taking a few large courses with hundreds of students in university. When I'd see the professor walking around campus, I'd feel like I was seeing someone famous. I knew them, but they didn't know me.

TB commented that she wouldn't want to be Zack's server; she'd feel like he was judging her. Sure enough he gave the waiter some comments. However, they were all positive. It appeared he was picking up the tab for the group. He told the waiter that'd everything was really good and that he'd done an excellent job. So, maybe the grumpiness is just a front for the show.

Anyway, the "strange" event that we were on route to was a private party for a member of one of my favourite bands. It's not that it was strange in itself, it was just strange that I somehow got to go. Obviously, I'm just a fan of the band and don't know the guy. TB's friend A is friends with this musician and was invited to the party and told him to bring some friends along. He knew TB and I (we'd met a couple times before) were fans and invited us.

Anyhow, we assured him before we wouldn't embarass oursleves by quoting lyrics of our favourite songs and we'd leave our band T-shirts at home (don't worry, those thoughts wouldn't have occurred to us anyway). We'd lay low and be cool. We requested that he would not introduce as his friends who were big fans of the band. We were just some random friends that had come along for a good time.

The party was a cool little club that is reserved for private parties during the week. It was pretty nice. When we got there, A went to talk to his pal and introduced us and we shook hands. So far so good. They talked for a bit and then A brought up we were fans, which was kind of embarassing. I couldn't really hear what he was saying since it was loud, so I didn't know that he had done that until after the fact. A had told his musician friend that he had friends who were friends of the band to which the musician said "that's cool, you should introduce me sometime" or something rather nice like that. So, A decided he should specify that we were the friends. It was okay though. A apologized afterwards and explained his rationale but we were cool; I mean he had brought us there.

For most of the party we just hung out and chatted and had some beer. It was an enjoyable evening. We were wondering if other members of the bad would be there, but they weren't. There were a couple other musicians that I recognized, but mostly regular people. Still, it was cool. It's not every day that I get to go to a private party of someone from a band I love.