So Rob and I drove out to Nipigon (about 1 1/4 hours away one way) last night to see if we could get into the free comedy show which becomes part of the TV show "Still Standing". We drove through rock cuts, saw lake vistas, passed a lone deer grazing, the Terry Fox monument and an orange-rock inuksuk atop a boulder. I sang to my cds. Rob, I'm sure, tried to tune out my singing, We arrived about 20 minutes before the doors opened and waited in a winding line up outside the Nipigon legion. It seemed promising that we would get in judging by the increasing number of hopefuls who queued behind us. And we did! I felt like an imposter, not being a Nipigon-ite, and I had less faith than Rob that we were going to see the actual comedy part which airs towards the end of the TV show. But when we walked through the doors and saw the stage set up, exactly like on TV, I was convinced. Three other writers of "Still Standing" performed their comedy first--one in the guise of giving us house rules. Make noise when we laugh. Clap to show appreciation. Take our coats off so it doesn't look on camera like we're going to leave after the first bad joke. Ignore the cameras so we don't lock eyes with someone watching on their couch at home. We watched an affectionately funny show where Jonny Harris spotlit town 'celebrities' (people he had interviewed throughout the week) and mentioned some of the hardships the small town had encountered as he does on the TV show. No airs or graces, just very down-to-earth as I expected him to be. There aren't too many shows that I follow but I fell in love with "Still Standing" and the tone of the show a few seasons ago. This Nipigon show will be the first show of the 5th season. The 4th still has to be aired. Everyone left smiling. Rob and I had some special wonton soup and spring rolls at the China Garden before the drive home. Darkness fell through drizzle. Mist wound along valleys, drifted across the highway. High above the road on a rock cut, the brightly illuminated Terry Fox monument faced west, the same direction as us. Ever hopeful. Still standing.
We arrived home tired, our spirits light. Another shared adventure in our pockets. Another shared memory in our hearts.
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