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 MODEHA√úS 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!

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.

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.