He doesn’t know this story, but he’s in it. I was Northern Canada. My buddy called me & asked if I wanted to see Monkeys. Now, it was so cold outside, it felt like a fork was twisting in your forehead. Minus 34C without the windchill is THAT cold.

She drove by & picked me up. The snow squeeked like space cheezies as we puffed into the renovated theatre. There might have been 6 people in the place. The Main Street was empty.

The theatre had been converted into an art theatre & the plasters were cold & stark. The ceiling arched overhead & we froze.

You could see our breath.

The opening scenes in the snow were breathtaking. We were virtually there. Any vestiges of disbelief were vapour in the air.

It was a wonderful GirlsNightOut with Terry.