Glen and I met at MEC after work so we could buy a few more supplies for our trip to the Galapagos Islands. I left Glen to try on shoes while I picked up some pants that can convert into shorts. They’re comfortable. They’ll do. We then bought snorkels and masks, and a keep-dry bag for my camera. There’s just over a week to go before our trip and I have never felt more unprepared. I sort of know what to expect when I get there but not really. And with no definite plans it could all be a bit of a mess. I’m sure it won’t though. It’ll probably be an awesome holiday.

Shopping done we went for dinner with Rob and Adam who live very near to MEC. We went to Jules Bistro, a French restaurant on Spadina Ave that we’d been to before. I’d suggested it as Glen had wanted the duck last time and didn’t get it. He didn’t get it this time either as it was a “for two” serve. I told him to get it but instead all four of us got the prix fixe menu, which was pretty reasonable.

After some good food and good conversation, we walked back to their apartment, said our farewells, and continued to the Royal Alexandra Palace to watch David Suchet in The Last Confession. We’d seen the play advertised last year, and because Suchet was in it, we had to buy tickets. I’d seen him in a play in London and he’s just as good live as on screen.

The play is about Pope John Paul I, his rise to the papacy and then his death, all told through the confession of Cardinal Bennelli. I’d read about the real life events behind this story many years ago, so I had more background knowledge than the average audience member. Also, being raised a Catholic, things like popes and cardinals don’t appear all that unusual.

For Glen, however, who has no religious background and knows even less about how the Roman Catholic church is put together, found it all a bit confusing. Thankfully, the acting was excellent (David Suchet in particular) and the storyline – although about real life events is about faith and power – was engaging. There was a moment where the play slips into a bit of a whodunit and Suchet channelled Poirot, forcing a confession from the suspect, which made me giggle.

Oh, and Mark Darcy’s dad from Bridget Jones’ Diary was in it as well, playing Pope Paul VI.

The play is on until 1 June so get your tickets now.

It finished at about 10:30 and we burst onto the street and into the subway with hundreds of other people who’d either just left our theatre, a theatre playing We Will Rock You, or the Raptors basketball game. The trains were packed. All in all though, it was a wonderful evening out.

In other news, my book has been released today and is now available for purchase and reading.