The Maritime Trade.

So, the ladies and I decided to try our hand at a very popular board game called Settlers of Catan. I hadn’t heard of it, but the gals were all over it, so we made a special night to test it out. I was very into learning all the rules before playing. Emily didn’t care so much and was getting tired of waiting for me to explain everything in a British accent. Eventually I gave up, knowing that I would fare better because I had paid attention to the intricacies of the game. Two hours later, I was tipsy on Cream Soda and Vodka, and Emily had beaten us all. This was an important life lesson and one I won’t soon forget.

Last night a couple of us gals hit the town to celebrate my friend, Kari’s upcoming nuptials! Kari is a lovely, classy, sweet lady and opted to not slip greasy fivers in the tight underpants of scantily clad man dancers. Instead, we got together for an artsy night of Tim Burton fun and martinis at Hey Lucy!

I enjoyed the Tim Burton exhibit but I wish it had been longer. It focused a bit too much on his newer work and not enough on his old classics. I would have preferred to see more Edward Scissorhands and less Corpse Bride, personally. But all in all, it was pretty cool to see his lesser known work as well as his personal collection of sketches and drawings, etc. he used as inspiration for a bunch of his movies. The best part was an intense short that I believe was commissioned for Disney and aired on one of their family- based channels in the 80’s. It was completely bizarre and I wish they still aired such craziness.

We made our way to Hey Lucy for martinis (I got a blue one called the tidy bowl and an extra dirty martini) and then began a hilarious journey trying to get Alison’s car out of it’s parking spot. The feat involved having to push several large garbage cans out of the way and directing Alison out of the lot using vocal and visual signals. We attracted a large man that stood in his underwear at his apartment door, staring but not offering to help. Odd.

This morning was a lovely crisp day and I decided to venture down through Parkdale for a little long-overdue perusing of the area. I live pretty close to Queen and Landsdowne (In Roncesvalles) but I never find myself walking along Queen to explore. I stopped in a store called MODEHAÜS and took pretty pictures of all the fun stuff. Reminds me of a store I went to in Thornbury once. It makes you want to decorate your cottage.

I also went vintage window shopping, but all the shoes were too small. Damn you 21st century feet! The highlight of my trip was Mother India. Owned by the same folks who own Ghandi’s, they are the creators of the most delicious rotis on the planet. I assume. I got a Saag Paneer roti for myself and picked up a spicy butter chicken for Jamie. All in all, extremely successful afternoon! And now I’ll be full for days!

Ugly: The tidy Bowl. So gross looking.

Awesome: The tidy bowl! So delicious!

I was framed.

No, really I was. In November, Jamie and I celebrated our 5th anniversary (of dating…). One of his gifts to me was a set of 5 picture frames which were meant to fill a particularly blank wall in our apartment. Since then, I’ve looked through five years worth of photos of our adventures together and my favourites just happened to be the from trip he and I took for the same anniversary. So, this weekend we got our photos printed and took our frames to get the hooks attached. And now we have a lovely little picture wall full of some of my favourite Jamie/Caitlin moments! Complete with Jump pictures! (Obviously)

Last weekend, I went to a clothing swap at Cheryl’s where we ladies brought bags and bags of our pre-loved items to find a new home for them. So many of us had the same story- these particular items had hung in our closet ignored for too long, but whenever the day came to purge our wardrobes and fill up the Goodwill bags, we just couldn’t let such a nice (or expensive) thing go so easily. This way, that dress that I fell in love with, spent too much on and then let hang getting dusty for several years went to someone I knew would appreciate it, and I somehow felt better giving it away to someone I might one day get to see wear it!
But don’t think it was just clothes either. There was a vast array of unwanted items from DVDs and VHS tapes (I parted ways with Charlie’s Angels 1 and 2) to a cell phone to stationary. My favourite was a book of postcards featuring cuddly small animals next to statements of bad tidings.

All in all, I had a good, albeit slow, couple of weeks. I was sick for a good part of it, so a ladies night in and living room redecorating was in perfect harmony with my mood!


-Being sick for the last little while. Blech.
-We went on a jog yesterday. I haven’t jogged since playing soccer last summer (ballet is not jogging). Today I am moving exactly like a 70 year old shuffle board player.


-New, free, clothes!
-March Madness. I don’t even like basketball that much, but there have been some intense games! And I have to say I get way too emotional for my own good. Not as in anger, as in sadness for the losing team. They’re just 6 foot tall students!!
-Jamie and I bought what seems like an entire market full of fruits and veggies to make juice with. We’re very into juice right now…

Justin Bieber Vs. Swan Lake

Spoiler: Justin Bieber wins. And I am not proud of that. But I also don’t think I made the wrong choice. Allow me to explain.

It is a constant personal struggle I have, trying to balance the part of me that loves classical music, ballet and fine art with the part that loves Justin Bieber, The Superficial and The Girls Next Door.

I was raised in a family that has a very high regard for theatre, music and art. I grew up loving classic films, plays, books and general nerdy things. I was also raised in a family that has a very high regard for comedy. I learned to appreciate the finer things in life whilst never missing an opportunity to laugh at whatever I wanted, regardless of how stupid or immature. There’s something to be said about the joy you feel when hearing the crescendo of your favourite piece of classical music, but there is an equal happiness in a perfectly executed “that’s what she said”.

Which brings me to my story. Last week, my lady friends (most of whom are die-hard Beliebers) organized a movie-going date to the 3D Justin Bieber movie. I have never loved Justin. Nor have I ever hated him. I like to think I am fond of him by association because I’m around so many Justin lovers all the time. I was excited about the movie, but mostly I was looking forward to spending time with my ladies.

The day before the movie, I was notified that the Swan Lake tickets I had asked the Sony Centre about earlier in the year had finally gone rush-price and I could see it the next day for a price I could actually afford. But I weighed my love for fancy Tchaikovsky ballet with a night of laughing like a fool with my friends and that’s how Justin Bieber beat the pants off Swan Lake.

And as luck would have it, two days later my friend, Alex invited me to The Artist Project at the Ex. It totally satisfied my nerdy need for beautiful things, plus there was beer! What I liked about The Artist Project was that there was a lot of contemporary, mixed media stuff that I really love and not so many boring landscapes which I don’t love. Alex and I mused about art, had lady girl talk and brushed past George Stroumboulopoulos. It was a super fun day and I even dressed like a girl (which most of you know is a rarity).

So when it comes down to it, I try not to judge anyone for their taste in entertainment. Someone else’s Golden Girls is my Gilmore Girls. Someone else’s Yoko Ono is my Erik Satie. People like what they like and in my opinion, you’re lucky if your interests are widespread. The more widespread the better. That’s what she said.


That snappy lady at the Art Show who yelled at me for almost taking a picture when everyone else had been fine with it. She demanded I delete the photo, which I hadn’t actually taken. After that I asked everyone for permission and they all said yes and were all very nice about it! She needed a beer.


The 10 year old kid who is certain she and Justin will one day be betrothed.
The kid at the movie theatre who ran around shoving grapes in his cheeks causing squirrel-face and would then spit them on the ground instead of eating them. CUTE! He also stared at me on the streetcar.
The fact that Alex and I make the world happen around us with our minds. True story.
Wolf Pack Shirts.