Either way, I hope you'll tolerate one final post about that weekend.
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After we were shut-out of the BMO Centre (aka when we hung-out with a seething quagmire of nerds in the BMO Centre parking lot because the Calgary Expo organizers oversold the venue and put lives at risk) we took a ride on the C-Train (THANKFULLY small town kids are easily amused). Later we went to the hotel pool. Then I met up with Nicole & "HappyGeek75." It was great to meet some of my imaginary friends in real life. They're just as charming and funny in person as they are online. Plus they have shiny hair and smell like freshly baked waffle cones! ALSO I DRANK ALCOHOL! They helped me forget that I was disappointed about missing Captain Picard.
When they went home, I staggered back to our hotel room, and Mr Wrath, the Wrathlets and I left the hotel in search of dinner. Here's a thing you might not know about downtown Calgary: there are zero "family friendly" dining options. After 20 minutes we resigned ourselves to eating at the Palliser's dining room and headed back toward the hotel.
Today Sir Patrick Stewart is better known for his film and television work, but he got his start in the theatre. Which means he knows how to make his voice carry and he's not afraid to behave theatrically in order to get his point across. For the benefit of the audience up in the balcony. Or for the people trying to get around him and enter the Palliser Hotel and who didn't necessarily expect to see an angry senior citizen carrying on. Or for the benefit of Marina Sirtis who was standing next to Sir Stewart and was aware that he was making a bit of a scene.
For the last ten days Mr Wrath and I have been perfecting our Sir-Patrick-Stewart-Is-Standing-On-The-Street-Gesturing-Wildly-And-He-Is-Pissed impersonation by recreating the scene we witnessed:
Patrick: No, Marina. I BLOODY WELL am going to say something about it!
Marina Sirtis: Patrick, I really don't think it's the appropriate time to --
Patrick: NO! I'm going to bring it up tonight at the show. I want to say it. It's time we talked about this, Marina! It's been too long! We need to get it all out in the open!
At this point we entered the hotel lobby and couldn't hear the rest of the conversation. But first we walked by Wil Wheaton and his snazzy blazer! And I did NOT reach out and touch him! Also please note: I didn't touch Patrick Stewart. Though I could have because I was centimeters away from him. There was a time when I would not have passed up the opportunity to touch a strange man. Especially a strange FAMOUS man. That's some real personal growth, self.
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What was Sir Patrick upset about?, is the very logical question posed by the scene we witnessed. I have no idea. I watched clips from TNG EXPOsed on YouTube (hence the delay in writing this post), but it doesn't appear like Sir Patrick said anything heated. Should I just assume that Marina Sirtis channelled Counselor Troi and talked him down? Did Michael Dorn sit on Sir Patrick till he agreed to hold his tongue? Or did Michael Dorn literally hold PATRICK STEWART'S TONGUE!? Who knows? Any theories?
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Edited May 23, 2011.
Here's a photo montage from the night: