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Hi friends!

Last weekend was full of old friends and new friends and creepy clowns and creepy cupcakes and pink hair and prizes.

It was the Meeko party at Cheryl’s house and it was awesome/scary at all times. This party consists of clown related activities, children’s food such as pogos and jello molds and it was filled with party games for children. I got to see a bunch of my Kingston friends including some I hadn’t seen in years and years and all around I had a lovely/creepy good time.

This week was pretty average. I went to the gym, I ballerina’d my ass off, I bought The New York City Ballet Workout on DVD so I could ballerina my ass off at home too. Today Jamie came home to me making cauliflower soup in my kitchen/prancing around to Vivaldi in a black leotard. I was born to ballerina.

On Friday Celeste and I hung out and watched movie trailers/ YouTube sensations whilst I enjoyed my new custom cocktail, Lime Smirnoff with PC Cranberry Lime Cocktail and club soda. I feel very fancy when I drink it. (Although at Celeste’s I was drinking it from a Gatorade bottle so that lessened the classiness slightly). Then we met up with Abra and company at the Savoy and danced around all night. At one point a man from Finland game me his business card while seducing me with his Finnish dance moves (pulling his sweater hood over his head and flailing his hands in a figure eight pattern a la David Bowie in Labyrinth). Needless to say, I was entranced.

Yesterday Jamie and I cleaned our apartment, went to Dufferin mall to try on shoes and buy sweaters, got my glasses tightened and took ourselves out to dinner as a reward for being so productive. Today we went for brunch, I made soup and worked for a tiny bit on my “film”. Oh, and I also pranced around to Vivaldi while making cauliflower soup. I think I covered that already but I’m so proud of it.

This week looks like it could get busy but I’m excited for Friday when I get to nerd out at Snakes and Lattés playing board games with the gals! woot! Until then…I DANCE…

Ugly:
All clowns. period.

Awesome:
I feel stronger. Like if a muscular man lifted me above his head, I’d be able to tense long enough for him to place me down gently as opposed to dropping me on my face because I squirmed with pain.

You’re terrible, Muriel.

This post is so manly you won’t believe it. It’s so rugged and full of testosterone, if you read the whole thing at once, you may find yourself resembling Conan The Barbarian for the remainder of the day.

Just kidding, this post is about Weddings. And girly flowers and sparkly dresses and yummy decorative cakes. Fooled you.

Ok, here’s my secret. Some of my close friends know this about me but not many people do. I love weddings. I’m not in any rush to get married myself, and it’s not so much the romantic, binding yourself to another human being for the rest of your lives part that I love but there’s something I love about the actual event and all the little parts that go into it, like the venue, the decor, the flowers, the dress, etc. I think it has to do with my art department days in film school. You have a scene and it has to convey a certain meaning, but the director also has a mood or a colour or a theme that you have to adhere to and then you basically design what that scene will look like in the film. I think of weddings primarily in terms of their pictures. If I were a wedding planner, I would consider it identical to being a production designer except instead of creating what you see in the film, you’re creating what you see in the wedding pictures.

A while back, my friend Kate sent me a link to this amazing wedding blog, Style Me Pretty. Since then, I find myself going to this blog for fun, even though I am clearly not getting married any time soon. I think this is sad activity. But I tell myself it’s OK because one day I will follow my true calling and become a wedding planner. Just like Jennifer Lopez.

And now, to the point. Last weekend, I saw an ad for the Wedding Show at the Carlu at College and Yonge. I’ve never been to the Carlu before but have always been interested as I am a nerd and enjoy Art Deco style things and the Carlu is an event venue that has maintained it’s Art Deco architecture and decor all throughout it’s existence. Plus I wanted to see pretty, sparkly things and eat free cake. So I called up my friend, Kari, who is getting hitched in France in May and we head over to the wedding show which was actually incredibly cool. The crazy cakes and table settings and hats and stuff these people come up with are insane. I have great respect for anyone who can make a black, sparkly fake lobster look like it belongs on a formal table setting.

Ugly:
3D wedding photographs. Not cool. Not necessary. Why. Why. Why.

Awesome:
This lady who was playing piano and serenading us throughout the event. We loved her. She was a cutie. Also, so much free food and swag.

Pumping Iron.

So the last couple of weeks has been filled with what I can only describe as a sudden panic that all I’ve been eating since the summer time has been chocolate and lard. Or at least that’s what is feels like. Like every other human being in January, I’ve begun the transformation into beautiful bikini butterfly by attempting to eat better and going to the gym.

In light of a certain recent extremely good psychopathic ballerina movie, I was motivated to take a class at my gym called ballerina bootcamp. If I wasn’t scared of getting my camera crushed between knuckles of steel, I would attempt to photograph my ballerina teacher who is a robot machine made of bone and sinew only. She literally can do power squats whilst balancing on what seems to be only 3 of her toes. I am in awe of her. And at the same time, I’m suspicious that all she eats is toilet paper and chalk like the gals on TLC’s “My strange addiction”. She’s that skinny. So there’s that, and I also started going back to my favourite hip hop dance class and a pilates class on the weekends. I’m so ready to be sinewy.

On top of all that, I am continuing to go to my singing group on Wednesdays (yes, I am 80), so I’ve pretty much scheduled myself to death a healthier me!

I was recently trying to psycho-analyze my obsession with extra-curricular activities and I came up with this: I am an only child. When I was young, I went to the Montessori school that my parents own and didn’t have too many friends in my neighbourhood. I think my parents thought after-school activities would be a good way for me to meet other kids instead of being a sad, only child in our house. And they were right! Not only did I love trying new things (I went through karate, gymnastics, soccer, curling, highland dance, Girl Guides and countless summer camps) but I made lots of friends, some of whom I remain friends with today despite no other connection apart from our childhood dance-bond. But now, as an adult who has lots of friends already, I can’t imagine a life where I don’t have activities to do after work. And I think thats weird. Other people do not feel like this. It has now been ingrained into my being that I should be participating in some kind of group or program during my free hours. Even though I would be perfectly happy sitting at home on the couch watching “Say Yes to The Dress” (which I still do often), I have a strange compulsion to go out and try new things, to meet up with these random people who you could have nothing in common with except that you’re all participating in this weird interest that brings you together. I like it.

So the pictures below are from my lovely pal Celeste’s birthday celebrations! We had a ladies-night style slumber party last weekend which was amazing and then a bar-style party at Unloveable for her and our friend Dave this weekend. Our friends brought two separate cakes to the bar which was awesome because who ever gets to eat cake at a bar? It perfectly complimented my new skinny drink of choice, vodka, soda and lime. There was nothing skinny about the cake. Sorry ballet teacher! I will do better this week!

Ugly: My toes. Until yesterday! Pedicure BOOM. (You never notice winter-time toe grossness until you start going to pilates again and become jealous of all the skinny bitches’ perfect feet. I’ll show you all!)

Awesome: The gym. I swear! I know it sounds like crazy talk after eating Christmas food and being really lazy for two months, but I’m not joking. I love the clean towels and the techno music and the giant showers and the “cold room” (my face gets very red after hip hop dance class). When I would rather eat an entire plate of nachos and sit on the couch, than move a muscle, my mind recalls the gym as a terrible place of woe and pain. But once I dragged myself back there, I realized that my memory had failed me and the gym is so much fun.

Only 716 Days Until the Mayan Apocalypse!

Happy 2011!

Remember when we were all so scared of Y2K? That was fun.

Well, it’s back to work I go this week. After the Christmas holidays, I always dread work way more than I should and then I get to work and I think “this is not so bad”. I get to drink free coffee all day, stick on my headphones and listen to my new “Little Women Soundtrack” (jealous much?) and wrap an old lady scarf around myself to keep warm and snuggly and this week I bought a bunch of cheese and meat and olives and such for antipasto type lunches. Of course, all this comes with a bunch of nagging work to do, but that is beside the point. The point is that every year I get all anxious leading up to the first day back after a long break as I’m sure most of us do, but when I get there, it’s fine. I like work. Now, I can’t say that much for all of you, but I really love free coffee.

So my Mom’s birthday is January 1st. Therefore, I generally try to hang out with the fam on New Years, which this year, meant going out and dancing till all hours on Thursday the 30th. We went to The Merchant in Kingston where there was a wicked live band called the Trevor Walsh Group with a lead singer (I’m assuming Trevor Walsh…?) who somehow in one night managed to sound exactly like several different bands. I’m not a huge AC/DC fan, but I’m impressed when someone goes from doing a perfect impression of them to doing a perfect impression of Johnny Cash. It’s called range.

On New Year’s Eve, my mom and dad and I ate so much food it should be illegal and played board games because we are the coolest people you know. My dad chose Trivial Pursuit which he won, my mom chose The A-maze-ing Labyrinth which she won and I chose Scene It (duh) which I won. Very telling of our family, I think. Then we watched the ball drop in Times Square on the TV and I marveled at how Ke$ha looked very similar to how I had looked the night before while dancing. Am I proud or ashamed? Proud.

The next morning we went for celebratory birthday brunch at The Grizzly Grill with my grandparents and uncle. That afternoon after watching Sherlock Holmes, singing birthday songs and eating carb-free birthday cake, I packed up my extremely full bags and head back to Toronto. It was such a good holiday, and I loved the break, but I was slowly getting more restless doing nothing. It was time I got back to my normal life or I may have physically turned into a sloth.

Ugly:
Absolutely zero phone reception in my house in Kingston. It’s a dead zone. The only place I could get reception was the bathroom, so I made a habit of texting in the tub. It was actually amazing. But still…ugly.

Awesome:
When I got back to Toronto, and walked into my apartment, I saw that Jamie had bought a portable dishwasher while I was away! Not exactly a “Christmas Present” but a super awesome surprise nonetheless. I HATE DISHES.