I had dinner with Melissa today. Was hoping to get to know my new housemate a little better… but I think I revealed a side I didn’t quite expect to reveal tonight, much to her amusement.
It started off ordinarily enough. Dinner at Ka Chi in Chinatown. Then, we decided to adjourn to the Moonbean CafÃ© a few steps away in Kensington Market for a cuppa and some talk. We stepped in (it was my first time there), and while Melissa was picking her tea, it all began.
Wagner’s Wedding March was playing. A choral version. I went over to the counter and began talking to the girl working there.
Me: “Excuse me, do you know which choir’s singing?”
Girl: *blinks a little confusedly at the unexpected question* “The CD? Er… it’s Opera’s Greatest Hits… I’m not sure which choir is singing it.”
Me: “Do you happen to have the CD cover with you?”
Girl: *sheepish smile* “Erm… I burned it from my Dad’s CD…”
Me: *laughs* “Oh…ok”
Girl: “I could give him a call…?”
Me: “Oh no, no that’s ok… nevermind. Erm so… what hot chocolate do you have?” …
It had only just begun. Some friends already know that I get helplessly distracted by certain kinds of music. Unfortunately, opera’s one of them. It’s not that I love opera, I don’t particularly love the genre, actually. But I love classical music, and I really can’t help being very distracted and even physically affected by grand or dramatic pieces. Especially when it’s played loud.
More than once, Melissa caught me in a state of distraction. I was really trying to pay attention to her, and our conversation. But it was quite hard to be completely attentive when my stomach was doing flip-flops along with the arias.
After a while, the album came to an end. But to my delight as well as dismay (cos it meant more distraction and stomach flipping), DvoÅ™Ã¡k’s New World Symphony (Chicago Symphonic Orchestra) came on. My every sense was heightened. Unfortunately, Melissa chose to compare her observation of my reaction to that of a squirrel. *wry* (I suppose she means the way I would suddenly stop talking or walking to perk up and listen.)
Lovely cafÃ©, that Moonbean. The music won me over. I don’t even remember how the hot chocolate tasted like. :P And Melissa was tickled pink about the fact that as we left the cafÃ©, Mary-Ann (the girl behind the counter)’s parting words to us were, “Come back for more music!”
ha! same name, equally great taste in music *smug look*
*lol* I have to agree. She told me that when the manager leaves, she’d put on her own preferred music.
Something about being in a rustic and nearly empty little cafÃ© at night, with classical music filling the air that is… oh. so. delicious. *grin*
Hey Mar, imagine if they had great fresh-baked bread there too. Why if you visited me in Toronto, I’d know just where to bring you. :P