On Friday night after briefly checking out the BMO Centre we decided to visit the Palliser's pool. I got on the elevator. With my children. With my husband. With my bathing suit cover-up from Sears. With Katee Sackhoff from Battlestar Galactica.
"We're going to the pool. That's why we're dressed like this," is how I greeted Ms Sackhoff and her friend as they stepped into our carriage.
"I was wondering." she replied.
"I thought I would mention this, lest you think that wearing bathing suits is customary formal attire for a Friday night in Canada and you are now racked with fear that everyone in Calgary will know that you are a foreigner."
"Thank God you let me know."
Who is the Queen of the Slightly Awkward Elevator Banter? ME! I was smooth. I was clever. I was mildly amusing! I did not squeal (out loud) when I realized I was close enough to touch Starbuck. More importantly: I did NOT touch Starbuck. I am so impressed with me! Based on this tweet, Katee was also impressed with me:
Oh, Katee. You're so right: it does take courage and strength to walk around in public in a bathing suit cover-up from Sears. Thanks for the validation.