I am being consumed by the fires of Derby..... And loving every second.
Last night was the most epic Christmas party I have ever been to, and I'm not just saying that because I was on the organising committee. Actually, the night before, while introducing the rest of the committee to Hendrick's gin, there was some anxiety as to whether everyone was going to enjoy the party as much as we were already pretty sure we would. Any nervousness we felt disappeared as we watched the full contact portion of our silent auction. I, now, have a new gage for party awesomeness; The number of bruises counted the next day. If you are not slightly battered in the evenings events, you just weren't having as much fun as you should have been.
The Christmas party committee was never something I put my hand up for. I just figured I didn't really know how people like to party here. Canadians play games at wedding receptions and have "midnight lunch"(which, just quietly, is a little bit brilliant). Weird shit like that. It was all foreign to me as I felt most of the girls in the league were. I got involved after hearing that the party committee was looking at holding it at a hotel. Knowing that the hotel I work for would give me a discounted rate, I stepped forward to get some venue pricings.
Now, it is no secret that my work drives me a little nutty. This, however, is the one solid the hotel has done me. (of course, I can't tell said hotel that because I don't wish to give them the satisfaction.) If I did not work where I do, I would never have had the pleasure of spending the last month getting to know an incredibly smart, dedicated and hilariously funny group of women. Women that I now consider friends, in a town that has for much of my time here felt friendless.
I also feel some gratitude is owed the lady friend for breaking up with me. (This is fast becoming an Oscars acceptance speech. I should thank God and my Mum while I'm at it.) I am now free to invest in the relationships and activities in the city I'm living in. No more of this dreaming of being elsewhere (well, at least not for the moment) when I can enjoy what's right in front of me.... Don't expect me to stay in Edmo permanently though, because that's just crazy. It's effing minus twenty-two degrees right now!!
The party committee technically no longer exists, and while I'm sure we will all enjoy getting some small part of our lives back, I will miss the mammoth email threads that awaited me each day when I finished work. This is the only time I have ever been envious of a desk job. If you are in front of a computer all day you get to email people! I finally know what people with desk jobs do all day and it has nothing to do with what they are actually being paid for.
I'm sure, after some much needed sleep, we will get planning something else to fill this void but even if we don't, I know that my Edmonton is now filled with these wonderful people.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
I Miss you Now, I Guess, Like I Should Have Missed You Then
Oh how I have missed you my, darling readers! I've missed writing for you about my crazy adventures, I've missed having, said crazy adventures and mostly, I've missed knowing you are out there.... Even though I know you haven't gone anywhere because my Mum emails me every couple of days and my other four readers I see on Facebook. But! Still!
I have been meaning to reboot this tired self of mine for months now. It was my New Year's Eve, though, spent at home watching Apocalypse Now Redux, that really brought home my current situation. I have been lonely and mostly cold (I'll get to that in a minute) and that blows. Oh the horror, the horror.
So let us kick this puppy off with a little getting to know you (and by you I, of course, mean me).
So much has changed since we were last here and yet its exactly the fucking same.
I am now living and breathing in Edmonton, Alberta. That's still in Canada, my little Squirrels. Edmonton feels a little like Wagga Wagga but less country and way colder. So far I have had the pleasure of -26 degrees Celsius and a whole big bunch of snow. I am going to promise you all, here and now, that I will not whinge about the cold. I may, however, whinge just ever so slightly about the Caribbean restaurant I live above. You see, they have the controls for my heating. They get stoned and tend to forget I exist and there for need to be not cold at night.
I am working here for a major hotel chain. It blows. I put up with it because they give me money. I am going to promise you all, here and now, that I will not whinge about the job. I may, however, find a new one.
The plus side of the job with the money and Edmonton being relatively cheap is that for the first time ever I have my own apartment. Caribbean restaurant not withstanding, I very much enjoy this. I enjoy being able mess shit up, all I want, and no one can say a damn thing about it!
My apartment is on Edmo's alternate strip, Whyte Ave. It wants to think it is King Street, Newtown, but as it has never seen King Street, Newtown, it succeeds in being about 10% as rad. Still, it has the hipsters from the nearby uni and independent stores, restaurants and bars all along it for ten blocks.
The other really rad thing Edmo has going for it is this! And by this, I of course mean an amazing bunch of girls that enjoy skating to the left and knocking each other down. The most awesome bit is that they let me do it with them (although, admittedly, I still have a ways to go on the knocking each other down bit).
In other news, the lady friend and I have very recently parted ways. That's about all I have to say about that for now.
It does mean, however, that Edmonton, being the means to an end it was, now needs a new end. And while I have a few ideas of my own, I would be ecstatic to hear your suggestions (and no, mum, coming home is not a valid suggestion at this time).
So here's to 2011! May you be full of frivolous adventure. May you be full of crazy characters. May you not blow. Regardless, of you 2011, I promise to blog you with my usual irreverence for the amusement of whoever cares to read. Please care to read.
I have been meaning to reboot this tired self of mine for months now. It was my New Year's Eve, though, spent at home watching Apocalypse Now Redux, that really brought home my current situation. I have been lonely and mostly cold (I'll get to that in a minute) and that blows. Oh the horror, the horror.
So let us kick this puppy off with a little getting to know you (and by you I, of course, mean me).
So much has changed since we were last here and yet its exactly the fucking same.
I am now living and breathing in Edmonton, Alberta. That's still in Canada, my little Squirrels. Edmonton feels a little like Wagga Wagga but less country and way colder. So far I have had the pleasure of -26 degrees Celsius and a whole big bunch of snow. I am going to promise you all, here and now, that I will not whinge about the cold. I may, however, whinge just ever so slightly about the Caribbean restaurant I live above. You see, they have the controls for my heating. They get stoned and tend to forget I exist and there for need to be not cold at night.
I am working here for a major hotel chain. It blows. I put up with it because they give me money. I am going to promise you all, here and now, that I will not whinge about the job. I may, however, find a new one.
The plus side of the job with the money and Edmonton being relatively cheap is that for the first time ever I have my own apartment. Caribbean restaurant not withstanding, I very much enjoy this. I enjoy being able mess shit up, all I want, and no one can say a damn thing about it!
My apartment is on Edmo's alternate strip, Whyte Ave. It wants to think it is King Street, Newtown, but as it has never seen King Street, Newtown, it succeeds in being about 10% as rad. Still, it has the hipsters from the nearby uni and independent stores, restaurants and bars all along it for ten blocks.
The other really rad thing Edmo has going for it is this! And by this, I of course mean an amazing bunch of girls that enjoy skating to the left and knocking each other down. The most awesome bit is that they let me do it with them (although, admittedly, I still have a ways to go on the knocking each other down bit).
In other news, the lady friend and I have very recently parted ways. That's about all I have to say about that for now.
It does mean, however, that Edmonton, being the means to an end it was, now needs a new end. And while I have a few ideas of my own, I would be ecstatic to hear your suggestions (and no, mum, coming home is not a valid suggestion at this time).
So here's to 2011! May you be full of frivolous adventure. May you be full of crazy characters. May you not blow. Regardless, of you 2011, I promise to blog you with my usual irreverence for the amusement of whoever cares to read. Please care to read.
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