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.
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.
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.