controlled, sealed environment o a late-century monolithic dome structure.I dream o new-and-improved supermarket ood-products.
Home-Cooked Style. Old-Fashioned Flavor.
SkyDome’s dome opens onto “true” climate: one o the world-amous attractions o this acility is itsretractable roo. It takes twenty minutes to ully open, but eventually you’re blessed with serene Canadiansunlight where beore you’d suered industrially-damned steel girders and paint. (Under the sun, aballgame’s perume ages to Wrigley Field-vintage.) None o this mattered much in late-December atSkyDome. The baseball season had long since ended and the Raptors, disappointingly, were out Westsomewhere on a road trip. From our room, the bird’s-eye entertainment spectacle we were granted accessto was
Walt Disney’s Beauty
the Beast on Ice.
Fears that we wouldn’t actually be able to see this Disney miracle, however, were soon satised.From the vantage point o our window all we saw were the tops o colossal navy-blue curtains, drapedextravagantly and somewhat messily over an entire hal o the SkyDome arena. It looked as thoughsomething urtive and hushed was going on beneath us, something or which we hadn’t the clout nor thecash to witness. From our room the whole production looked slap-dash. I it weren’t or the lobby postersannouncing the event and or the odd, mufed roar o the pageant’s canned score (imagine hearing apiece o music rom the
o your body rst, and then out through your ears) we wouldn’t knowanything was going on beneath us that was worth the price o admission. Nothing dissolves mystery quicker—raining down disappointment, ear, dissolution—than spying theinner workings, machinations, the click-and-the-whir. This is why house-acades—the appearance o a comortable home, the likes o which one sees propped up at new housing developments, or lining“Main Street USA” at any number o amusement parks—are sad. To a child, to discover simple woodenbeams supporting an exterior that one believed was a home in all o its sae and nurturing intimacy wasshocking. And gloomy.
comes rom Latin: “very similar.” I learned the pity o adverbs prettyearly.It turns out that what I amateurishly considered “curtains” was in act “SkyTent Arena.” Lay ignorancecured by the room brochure, I soon learned that SkyTent Arena “is an acoustical system which completelyencloses one section o SkyDome creating an intimate arena. With movable sides and an adjustable roo,SkyTent allows or a fexible seating capacity rom 10,000 to 30,000.” They admire adjustable roosaround here, which is all well and good except that rom our room all we saw was the outside o a tent,not the luxurious interior housing all kind o spectacle. Obviously this made sense, as we hadn’t paidto see
Walt Disney’s Beauty
the Beast on Ice
and didn’t honestly expect an opportunity to watch itrom the room—nonetheless the whole experience soon became odd and unsettling. The dim music,the muted applause (all while applying deodorant in your room) lent a surreal eeling to our stay atSkyDome, underscored by our view: here we saw the backs o everything, as i we had been escortedinto a place that we shouldn’t have been.
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