It was difficult not to feel like in a remake of Sex & the City this week-end in Dawson City. I could imagine being in the skin of Carrie, swinging between my rational and emotional  self as always, surrounded by Julie and her romantism, Tracy and her excentric enthousiasm, and Kim-Mia and her serene strength. 4 professional women in their mid-thirties sipping martinis with names such as 50 below job, Spank my naughty ass (delicious) or Bloomer remover after the classy Cosmopolitan in the warm atmosphere of Bombay Peggy's, between each screening of the Dawson City International Short film festival.

 

Weeek-end de pâques a Dawson - les filles

 

Imagine an old-fashion ballroom, with about 150 uncomfortable chairs on which sits an excited crowd, among which many of the filmmakers featured during the festival. I could picture the first theatres that appeared in rural country, everybody singing along the soundtrack of one short film, clapping as much as needed to thank all the organizers and artists making the event possible, drinking a beer or eating vegetarian samosas during the screening. All the ingredients that make me feel like experiencing a small community's life, warm moments of community gathering punctuating the peaceful life of Dawson City.

 

Week-end de pâques a Dawson - la Yukon riverIt was funny to see some of its residents barely ready to welcome newcomers, grumbling an answer to my salutations, where they would friendly greet us in a few months. Winter is not even over, they will open their hearts as flowers will bloom.

 

The festival had an amazing variety of short films, from the most dramatic to the funniest, emphasizing esthetic or transmitting a message, made by filmmakers from all ages. As we had to vote for one film at each screening, it led us to long discussions about the films, that printed them more deeply into our memories.

 

Julie and I took a day out of the dark room to enjoy the beauty of Tombstone, as you can see on the pictures below posted a few days ago. It was really moving to breathe deeply in the middle of those majestic mountains, all alone, not even a single cloud to acompany us.

 

We were in our party mood on the last night of our stay in Dawson. In order to balance with this healthy snowshoeing day we tasted all the martinis possible before dancing on mostly awful commercial tunes chosen by a DJ that I don't congratulate, but who cares we were just into shaking our bodies to end this great week-end in the same electric atmosphere as it had started. When getting back to our B&B we had the beautiful surprise of discovering northern lights dancing above us, just extending the magic of the night. We couldn't dream better curtain-fall!

 

And as you remember in your favorite series, Carrie always prepared her weekly column, so it could look like this:

I remember my sister telling me about her most independant and self-confident girlfriend who could feel as vulnerable as a little girl, loosing completely her sense of humour and  literaly shrinking when being in contact with a handsom man, instead of using her natural charms to seduce him. I couldn't help but wonder why it is sometimes so difficult to be as natural as we are with our best friends when meeting a man we like. Is it that we put so much pressure on our shoulders, wanting to show what we think is the best of ourselves rather than just letting our nature be? A friend of mine I was sharing those thoughts with pointed out that we fear to not be accepted for who we are, and most of all we fear to see the reflection of ourselves though the eyes of the beloved one. Which would mean that people living a couple's life have accepted a part of themselves that singles still avoid or haven't found? This question might be simplistic, but taking in consideration that some life hazards lead to single life, it still can be meditated.

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