Filed under: Random Thoughts
I don’t know if I’m ready for it, but I do feel like I’m done with twenty three. Twenty Four though just seems too old for me. Twenty four is almost twenty five – a quarter of a century. Everybody I know is shacking up, getting a ‘real job,’ bringing on responsibility in one form or another.
I still feel like a kid.
A kid who’s just running around trying to have fun while everyone else is trying to grow up.
I feel like I mostly understand life, I get it, it’s life – whatever. I’m not satisfied though, not lately, and I don’t know what I want or where I’m going or what I’m doing. I’m not saying that I think I should know this by now, but it can be frustrating not to have a plan. Most people have some kind of plan by twenty four, I have the beginnings of a mutual fund and a friend’s wedding in Australia next november – and a strong desire to surf. That’s all I’ve got.
I don’t really have skills and I feel like I missed out on doing a lot of things in the past. I feel like there’s more that I should be doing, that I’m ready for more but I don’t know what More is. Where it is. I want to be too many things, things that are conflicting, I want to be things that are opposite of each other.
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Twenty Three rocked – but Twenty Four? It’s gonna be epic. Somehow.
Filed under: Vancouver Adventures
This past weekend was the annual Whistler Weekend Getaway for the Company. This year I brought Aliza up as she needed to get away from everything and try to sort some stuff out after some drama and a split with Surferboy.
I love going up to Whistler if for no other reason than I get to stay in a sweet as condo/hotel with a King sized bed and a fabulous bathroom. But it’s also great getting to hang out with the co-people as people instead of co-workers and the free saturday night dinner/booze-a-thon is always great too.
Friday night a bunch of us young-uns went out for dinner to Black’s where the meal was slightly unsatisfying for some but we had a great time catching up and talking about everything over a couple pitchers of beer and some chicken burgers. Our (me ‘n Aliza) original plan of going out partying was ditched in favour of watching Grey’s Anatomy and eating copious amounts of junk food which we purchased at Seven Eleven.
Saturday we went down to the Village for coffee and ended up making friends with these cool guys working in a store who helped us score some pot! Then we went back to the hotel and smoked it and I went to hang out in the hot tub with my boss and co-people.
After the hot tub it was time to get the drinks a rollin’ and we headed down to the lobby for some beers and mingling. Once the beer was gone we all ran across the road to catch the Whistler Bus (which is free!) in to town. It was like a big LMDG bus full of buzzed LMDGers + family.
The evening continued with much drinking, there was a parade of rainbow coloured martinis that kept making their way over to our table. Before I knew it Aliza was mixing the martinis in a shot glass and making everyone shoot it! Tequila even made an appearance. I was pretty pissed.
Then instead of going out to party everyone headed back to the hotel. The troopers, Glenn, Geoff, me, and Geoff’s daughter Sydney opted to walk back to the hotel. I don’t know which way we went but we walked through a hotel and almost went swimming in a random hot tub.
I got back to the hotel and climbed in to bed only to discover I had scooped myself two bowls of ice cream! I’m still baffled. It kind of reminds me of the time I lost my toast and I searched for a long time and finally gave up to get a glass of water only to find my toast sitting on a plate in the cupboard.
The next day we took pictures with all the olympic paraphenalia in the Village, hung out with our shop guys again and got some mexican food before taking off back to Vancouver. We decided on the way to make an unexpected pit stop at the Museum of Mining, what they described as a train ride into the mine was actually a five minute slow ride after which we had to get out and stand around and walk around and it never ended – and we were hung over.
But at the end we got to pan for gold which has been a dream of mine since working at Safeway early last year, sure I didn’t pan for it in the Yukon but I’m sure my gold panning days in Britannia Beach will sound just as impressive.
I finished the weekend off by immediately falling into bed upon arrival at home and sleeping the next twelve hours until I had to wake up for work. Oh Whistler how awesome you are, I just wish I’d gone mountain biking.
Filed under: Surfing
I need to move near a beach, with waves, it’s killing me inside not being able to go out surfing and I’ve only been doing it a little while. Ten sessions and I’m addicted. The rush of catching a wave, pulling yourself up and riding it. The salt on my lips. Even when I take a dive every time or miss every wave or get pounded trying to get out into the lineup, it’s what I want. More than anything. To surf every day.
I’m kind of astounded by the single mindedness that I have, I need to feel the rush, the power of the wave under me, the cold water around me. I’m stuck in Vancouver and probably won’t go again till next year. It’s only been two days and already I’m jonesing. What’s a girl to do?
It’s intense – this thing I have for surfing.
