A wee peak at Champagne Wednesdays’ new friend: Adventure Saturday! It’s a loose brand, but one I hope to incorporate not only into our lives, but into this blog as well. As for the pics above, stay tuned later this week for a tour through our weekend escape to Kw’okwe’hala Eco Resort near Hope, BC.
Happy 30th Birthday! I love you. I wrote this one morning in August, in my journal, and since you are so nice and never ask what I write, I thought I’d share it with you here, for your birthday:
A – I am sitting here watching you sleep on the little wicker couch on our porch. I’m on the other wicker couch. There’s a fly that wants to land on your head, but won’t. Not on my watch. For a second, I imagine my heart is a great, big port and all the love I’ve ever known sails over to you. It smells like its going to rain, I say, and then you’re awake again, swatting flies with your Economist. Your calves look strong the way your legs are hanging over the side of the couch. I can see the mangled nail on your big toe from that one day of skiing. I wonder if you’ll still look like this in 10 years when we’re married, with so much more life behind us. I wonder if I’ll still feel great, big yachts of love for you, in sandals and on patios, listening to you talk about heading for a shower. Whiskey is stretched out by the BBQ watching you, just a little, the way she always does, from the corner of her eye that keeps growing cloudier with age. The air is thick and warm, almost steaming off our skin. This summer there are spiders everywhere…
Let’s go find cheesecake tonight. I like celebrating you. Happy Birthday, my love.
Yesterday, I went to get my eyebrows shaped and the lady burned me with boiling, hot wax. Now I have a scab above my right eye, a very tender eyelid and an outstanding appointment for waxing of a different “venue,” so to speak. Believe me, I am canceling that appointment today. The sad thing is, the people who run this little spa are so nice. Just a young couple really trying to make a go of business ownership in Vancouver’s East side. And I really did want to support them in their venture. But, seriously, you have to protect your face.
Also not good, the place we’re getting married can’t seem to find anyone to fill the role of event planner (the lady we’ve been working with is going on maternity leave in one week). There are so many loose details still and now, it seems, we’re going to be dealing with someone very, very new to their job. On the other hand, it will probably be the new person’s first wedding, so maybe he/she will try extra, extra hard. Yes, I like that kind of thinking. It’s a real half-full approach.
In other news:
- Still craving chili. This one.
- Barely able to contain excitement for the adventure planned this weekend.
- Loving my birthday boy.
- Dying to make a trip down to Anthropology soon.
- Looking forward to Sunday night with family.
- Trying to get mentally engaged with issues in the Vancouver-Kingsway riding
- Making coffee in the bodum because our carafe broke (again).
Have a good weekend!
PS: photo from Smitten Kitchen
To finish Thursday’s sleep-in somewhere like this. Bury limbs under heavy quilts that smell like pine. Prop ourselves up on pillows, rest the spines of books on each others backs. Lost in scarves, hats, mittens, if we need them. Later, two steamy lattes in hand, walk whiskey down the long road to the pace of a river nearby. Dinner under a roof of salvaged wood. Sleep without sound or light.
Thanks for all your tips on the gumboots. They will come in handy.
Yes, I bought it. Yes, I love it. Yes, I will run home every day for the next two weeks to check my mailbox. Yes, I sometimes wonder if Michelle Brusegaard thinks she’s as fabulous as I think she is.
Yes, there are others:
Then another kind of red: Kat came over for dinner last night and she, Ash and I launched life plans over Thai red curry and red wine (don’t ask about the bean burgers – they died an early death). Plans that I really hope will come to fruition. It was the perfect way to spend an evening. And it’s not even Wednesday yet.
Have a great champagne day. Drink it up.
Found via Black White Bliss
I’m not sure. I have a bit of a headache this morning. I think it’s the kind of bottle that splits better 4 or 6 ways (for a sip) than two (for an evening). We also ran out to pick up Thai food from Thai Away Home, which we hoovered (no better word for it) and which wasn’t really all that good. Also, I insisted we flip incessantly between So You Think You Can Dance Canada and America’s Next Top Model, neither of which I am very proud to admit and neither of which lay the foundation for very meaningful together time. I don’t know. I suppose the evening was destined for a downward trend after all the excitement of picking up my dress. Maybe it’s the headache? Maybe I miss Nigel Lithgow? Whatever the reason, these red shutters in Athens seem to cheer me up.
PS: For those who asked, this is solo-dancing:
The best part is the man kneeling to the right, clapping her along.
Today, my mom and I go pick up my dress. I have to admit- in all my one-day of dress shopping – I was absoltuley taken by this little store on West Broadway called Frocks. Sure, it might have only had six dresses to choose from (great for me), but they were well-chosen, not fussy and you got to lounge about deciding which one you liked best while chewing on red vines from dainty glass jars. I liked two. I bought one. It all felt rather pleasant. I only wish I had a polaroid camera.
After dress pick-up, it’s home for champagne because, afterall, it’s a Wednesday and what’s a Wednesday without a little something special? Tonight our trusty Costco wine fridge (which Ash keeps unplugging because he has a dear, energy conscious heart) holds a Californian sparkler called Chandon. I will report back on how it tastes tomorrow.
PS: photo from A Practical Wedding.
I won’t say who, but look what I’ve created. Think less fraternal Greek and more flaming ouzo, garlic breath and hopefully, a lot of fun. Etsy (my favourite party resource) was rather weak on the Greek front. If you are an Etsy artist, you should really consider this vastly untapped market. Since I’ve been to Greece (thanks to my 30-year old!), I know there’s far more to that lovely land than the iconic blue and white pictured above. My favourite memories of Greece include: the crouching groups of Japanese painting tours with their little square canvasses, the time I was dragged out of my seat to solo-dance in the middle of a taverna while Ash was in the washroom, the massive bricks of feta that adorned every Greek Salad, our long walk to Paradise beach, which we found deserted and after a near-death experience by wild horse.
PS: I made the invite on Polyvore. Its free and fun, if you’re into that sort of thing.
Here’s a little Greece for the road: