sunday september 13

today i went to the ryerson theatre to see the loved ones, as part of the toronto film festival. prior to the screening, i had to pick up my tickets from the box office. having ordered them on a credit card that i didn't yet have in my possession (it had been mailed to my parents' house to replace my recently expired visa), i had written down the necessary information, just in case. though i went in not expecting to have any problems, my lack of the credit card itself in addition to my uncertainty about which address i used in my order (my own or the one where the card had been sent) led to a humiliating process which included the guy at the ticket window wondering aloud if my mom had bought the tickets for me.