I’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes trying to think of a way to sum up the past few weeks of my life without overwhelming my audience, but I’m afraid it’s impossible. Let’s try it in point form.
-I went to Halifax, Nova Scotia for two days to visit my best friend. Both of us, and her roommate, proceeded to drink our faces off because that was the whole point of the trip. The roommate and I hit it off well enough to share tequila shots and 40 jello shooters in the span of two days.
Ladies at The Dome. The nightlife in Halifax? Un-freaking-real.
-I came to the realization that men in St. John’s are nothing like men anywhere else in the world. In fact, the differences are so overwhelming that I actually have to write a post about it at some point. I have never met more assertive (but friendly) men in my life than I did in Halifax.
-Halifax loves gingers. You can also read about my wild weekend here.
-Work may be sending me to France again. I’m both excited and terrified.
-I think I want to move to Halifax. And I really miss my best friend’s danes. And are you sick of hearing about Halifax yet?
Have you ever seen anything so cute?
-Over the past three weeks, I’ve given my phone number out to three different guys. None of them called, but I suspect it was because I lied about my phone number.
-I woke up on Saturday morning wearing two name-tags that said “Stuart Brown.”
-I went to my friend and her boyfriend’s housewarming party on Saturday night, to celebrate their gorgeous new accommodations that has things I can only dream of…like real couches. Was also informed today by another friend that she’s having a baby boy. Then I stuck my head into a paper bag and hyperventilated for an hour because I DON’T WANNA GROW UP.
-At said housewarming party, we played a drinking game that doled out nicknames like “Cunt Nuggets” and “Spicy Tuna.” Growing up.
This weekend? St. Paddy’s Day weekend? It’s going to be awesome.
Other than that, life is fairly quiet. I’ve been in the mood to sulk in bed reading and eating chocolate, but there’s no time. No time to get groceries. I ate a fishcake and a can of beans for supper tonight, but I still sacrificed time to go to the gym. Priorities, right?
There’s also been an alarming trend lately in older men recognizing me from my gym, and actually engaging in conversation. But I mean OLDER MEN.
Unrelated: I feel like this blog has lost its golden glory days, I’m afraid. I haven’t had much time to put my heart and soul into it, which is a little sad considering I had so much fun with “angryredhead.” So for those of you who do keep reading, I appreciate it.
Don’t be afraid to come to France: we’re really nice people :p Except if you go to Paris maybe, people there don’t know how to live ^-^
I love France! But the town I was visiting was incredibly intimidating and I was completely unprepared for the trip…this time I have to do it right!
let’s see:
-I love great danes so very much
-France would be amazing!! How might you get to go for?
-One of my best friends is having a baby in July and I feel exactly the same way
-hahaha, stuart brown. so random.
A few weeks, I think! If they’re gonna send me over to get some work done they might as well maybe the most of my time. I’m totally cool with dat.
St Patrick’s Day: GOLD MINE for Gingers.
For real!!
Look at all those cuties and I’m talking about both pictures.
D’awww, thank you!
huh? what? fiance ?? am i out of the loop on something ? we were at the same housewarming party, right ? haha
god I can’t believe I made that mistake, seriously. hahaha.
Keep writing, I’ll keep reading! Hell, send me emails of your tales if you want.
As for older, what’s wrong with older? I am older but don’t consider myself “That” much older than you. Give us older men a fair shake. We might not look like your average 22 year old but we got it where it counts and actually know how to use it. Plus we are more stable, thoughtful, and forward.
You know you wanna older man…. just not drop dead old.
Hahaha, thanks Chris! Glad I have some loyal followers. Wooot.
And dude, I am ALL ABOUT the older men. Mid 30s at the oldest. Except for some exceptions they seem to be the only ones worth dating these days…but these guys, I’m talking about late 40s+ (still not old, really, but for my standards…yes).
I love your life. As long as you keep living your crazy life and come back here every once in a while to tell us about it, this blog will never lose it’s glory days! Have fun this St. Patties Day. I expect an update though!
I’m pretty sure your life is equally or more fun than mine! Hahaha.
I hear you about friends telling me their having babies, while it’s only happened a couple of times, it’s weird. I want to be happy for them, but really I’m just weirded out.
Sounds like you had lots of fun, I like the “point style” you got going, it puts out a lot of info and intrigue, without too much description…
Thanks lady! And yeah, totally weirded out. I’m also weirded out that I’m so weirded out about it, know what I mean? Like holy hell, I AM at a reasonable age for that sorta thing, but I have the mental capacity of a 10 year old.
For sure it’s ridiculous that I’m so weirded out. I think that’s why I don’t have kids at 31. God looked at my life and said “Nope, not til you stop looking at the babies like they’re alien spawn and holding them like a football”. Eventually I’ll grow up, or so they say (whoever “they” is…)
love danes
though i’m a bit more of a bull mastiff girl.
growing up is mostly overrated. i’m a doctor and i’m still very much a little girl on the inside. i think sometimes my clients can tell, because i’m after being asked too many times to count if i’m really old enough to be the doctor ;P
(and clerk at liquor store few weeks back said i looked like i was in highschool. i was wearing my regular wool coat and jeans, nothing particularly childish. she apologized for asking for my ID when she saw how old I really am ;P )
my classmates are all getting married, pregnant, buying houses, blah blah blah. NOT FUN. I’d much rather drink my face off on my days off ;D
Dude, I LOVE getting IDed!! It’s always so flattering, hahaha. And yes, I’m with you in the “drinking my face off” boat.
I like the point style to keep us in the loop, At least you find time to update this site for your loyal stalkers
Oh and you can get around the growing old thing, just got to keep pretending you’re young. Like the show Dexter – just pretend you’re a normal grown up who doesn’t choose happy meals for the toy anymore \ ( ^ _ ^ ) /
Thanks for being a loyal stalker, Rob! And I think I like your idea about pretending to be normal…maybe I can pull that off. Maybe.
Look at you in that picture, all red hot and stuff! And don’t worry about point form. I do it all the time. Hahaha.
I’ve missed this site A LOT! Been so busy these past few weeks (and i’ll be getting busier), what a bummer. Hope you’ll have a great weekend!
No worries, as long as you drop by from time to time and make your presence known! Hahaha. i hear ya on the being too busy thing.
France – are you terrified because you fear there may be nothing to do or see in that small town, like last time?
And Stuart Brown – maybe he was one of the guys to whom you gave a fake phone number. He knew it was fake, so he taped his name on you so you could look him up and give him a call!
It was just a mega intimidating experience, mostly because I couldn’t speak the language. Very surreal. But at least this time I’ll be more prepared, I hope! And I’m going to request to be placed within the town so I’m closer to more things.
Hahaha, he’s actually the name of a professor..it was some kind of parody on the girls’ behalf. No idea!
Going to France sounds awesome! Why are you scared, would you be going for a long time?
We all get busy, you’ll get your blog mo-jo back!
No, it’s just really, really hard when you don’t speak the language! Stupid excuse, I know, but I found my last experience incredibly intimidating. But I’ll just do it right this time!
Those great danes are adorable!
They are seriously the greatest dogs EVER.
You’ve been busy. That’s so exciting that you might be going to France! woohoo! Growing up=scary for us all.