Anecdotes: Cape St Mary's

Somewhere along the beginning of September 2015, I went to Cape St. Mary's with this "choir" group. A few of my friends whom I known outside of choir went too, primarily Senhora Sorridente and Kung Fu Gal.

Figure 2.1: It's a pretty long journey to get there.

The whole point of going to this rural area was because we were going to perform in the Cape St Mary's Performance Series. We first checked into our motel rooms, then proceeded to go look for the host of the show. We were greeted by him at his door, "SHEEP SHIT. SHEEP SHIT" as he stopped us from entering his house. His house was surrounded by sheep, and naturally there were many sheep bombs everywhere.

After the visit of the host's home, we then decided to have a tour around the Cape St. Mary's Ecological Reserve. It's selling point is that there is a rock, filled with birds. Seagulls. (Well, gannets to be exact, but they're both equally noisy and white, so we'll call them seagulls.) The place isn't fence, as to preserve it's ecological natural-ness or something like that.

Figure 2.2: The titular Bird Rock.

We took a few photos, talked to choir members and what not, when suddenly our choir head had this brilliant idea where pay an homage to the beauty of the place: by mimicking the noise of the gannets. We laughed at the idea at first, but then this choir isn't comprised of people with shame, so we did a test run on the spot, trying to mimic the sound of the gannets. Many of the tourist who came to watch the performance was there, watching us making bird noises.

Figure 2.3: Falling not recommended.

As the sun began to set, we went back to the host's home, as he made all the performers dinner. It was a huge pot of spaghetti. Its decent spaghetti, and it's free, so I'm not going to complain. We ate our spaghetti while chatting up with the other performers. The other talents were a string quartet and a local folk singer. Yes, there were only 3 performers. The place was 2 and a half hours away from the city, and the last 40 minutes are filled with potholes and the apparent lack of street lamps, its not exactly the kind of place people would go.

So we did our performance, we watched the rest of show, ate some cake, and went back to the motel. My choir mates decided to congratulate themselves by having a drinking party in one of the rooms. I must say, watching these people drink, makes me realize that these people still have some youth in them, despite being 40 and above.

Figure 2.4: "Is it my imagination? Or have I finally found something worth living for?"

I had a few drinks, we then went out and look at the stars. The nice thing about being in a place without street lamps is that stars are extremely visible. We all pretended to be an astronomer for awhile, talking shit about the stars and alignments. We then all head back to our rooms to get some shut eye, and prepare for our departure back to the city.

The next morning, we all went back to the host's house for breakfast. It was bagels with cheese, ham, tomatoes, strawberries, hard boiled eggs, olives and plums. I believe I ate more servings of breakfast than spaghetti from the night before. My God, was it delicious. We all said our goodbyes, while I went and bought myself a postcard as souvenir (which I ended up sending it to someone, such is the purpose of postcards), my choir mates were picking up sheep shit. They were really happy that they don't have to splurge to get some high quality, premium fertilizers. They have to pick up the sheep shit themselves though, so I guess that's the drawback.

Figure 2.5: Breakfast.

We then got into our own respective rides and drove back to the city. Overall, a pretty enjoyable journey, with some pretty nice mates to share it with. Also: there was no cell reception and wi-fi the entire time, so social interaction was required to stay sane.

Here are some bonus pics just for the hell of it.