Saturday, January 31, 2009

Almost forgot what sunshine felt like


Hey, Canada: I don't want to rub in or anything, but... it's beautiful here right now.  Even kind of spring-like if you stand in unfiltered sunlight.  Claire took this picture yesterday, just outside my room at Faidherbe (I concede that I went a teeny bit overboard with the sleeveless shirt... but everyone here already insists that since I'm Canadian I must think that anything above zero is beach weather, and who am I to unravel their charming misconceptions?).

 
Going to Charleville for the weekend with my fellow musketeers, Theo and Claire.  Charleville is Theo's hometown, and every time I talk to him I get a different report about what we're going to do there, from sweating out half of our body weight in a hamam to indulging in Claire's crush on Rimbaud to wandering the town centre, looking for marionettes (apparently Charleville is the marionette capital of the world...?).  

Whatever we end up doing, it's going to be hilarious and memorable, because when we are together we are three giant goofballs with none of that annoying self-awareness that most people maintain in mixed company.  

Behold Theo, in his blogosphere film debut (this is what we're doing when we're not at school):



Saturday, January 24, 2009

Let's do it again next year!

So when I first landed back in France, the idea of blogging left me feeling a bit like this:

But NOW!  I feel like THIS:

Not to be too draconian about it, but my head is all mixed up in about ninety million different ways right now, and the next few months will have to involve some serious reflection.  But as tempting as it is to lie around reflecting like crazy all day, there's a whole continent out there to cruise!  And whole drinks to be drunk!  And entire lists of decisions to be perpetually avoided!! I'm exhausted just thinking about it all.  Or maybe that's just because I've been wearing pajamas for the last eighteen hours.  

I'm tempted to start rambling straight out of the gate, but instead I will devote this post to raving about the holidays.  Because they were exceedingly cool!   And now that I have my camera back (tiny miracle), I have proof. 

Behold, a list of the Top Six (PG) Moments of the 2008/9 Holidays!

6.  Christmas Day, with all of the food and cocktails and gifts and affectionate teasing we could handle.  

Below: the only word for this is MMMMMMMMMMMM.


That picture illustrates what Christmas is about: wrapping paper, stockings, and pine needles scattered everywhere, and us in the middle, savoring it all.  Calm in the midst of chaos.  And a cat to make sure everything is torn into small enough pieces.

And, of course, pugs.

5.  New Years' Eve party with a handful of nutty aunts and cousins and one nutty uncle!

Instructions: (1) wear as many insane clothes and as much makeup as possible.  (2) Dance like a fiend in the living room, especially whenever ABBA is played (ignore self-conscious warnings left over from high school that warn against dancing of any kind, especially to ABBA).


4.  Uncle Jim's world-famous (or at least Hancock-famous) waffles. 

If there's one picture in the world right now that I could somehow instantly upload into reality, it would be this one!  Or maybe it would be that picture of Clive Owen on the cover of Details...

Um.  I'll be right back.  After a cold shower.  

3. Makeover by my favourite person under five feet tall:



2. More puppies, kitties and babies than I could handle!  

The prince among them all:


Oh my gosh!  A baby and a dog together in the same place!  I'm amazed I managed to look at the camera long enough for that picture to be taken.  

Lucky for me, two of my fellow bridesmaids in Jen & Mark's wedding were toting around little tiny people the whole weekend, which meant lots of cuddle time for the rest of us.  Above is Seema's baby girl Maya, and below is Sharon's lil' dude Wyatt, who partied harder and looked better than any of us ever did.

1. WEDDING OF THE MILLENIUM, OR POSSIBLY EVEN THE BILLENNIUM (I looked it up)


Facebook is groaning under the weight of about a zillion different Jen & Mark wedding albums, which doesn't even include the professional shots, still on their way.  What you see here is just a tiny random sample of my favourites....



Above picture: I am trying to peel away one of the kleenexes I strategically hid beneath the bouquet.  I think God invented waterproof mascara in anticipation of J&M's wedding.

Below, the bridesmaids' contribution to the reception speeches: selections from one of the most authoritative, respected textbooks of its kind.


Above: Basia and I trying to look sassy.  Her performance during Jen & Mark's ceremony would have reduced the most stone-hearted existentialist to a pile of weeping goo on the church floor.  Jen came down the aisle to Basia playing the Velvet Underground's "I Found A Reason," and even just typing that gives me shivers.  

Dawson!  And Megan!  On a limo bus without a washroom, trying to hold all that pee inside after spending hours at the open bar.  Can you see the strained look behind our smiles?

Despite the pee scenario, that limo bus was hella fun.  It felt like we were in an alternate universe, where the music was loud and the dancing kind of insane, instead of somewhere on the highway between Whitby and Toronto.

It was perfect.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

But at least we have clean teeth.


Thanks, Air Canada! Thanks for that complementary soft-bristle toothbrush you gave me! It totally makes up how you misplaced my giant duffel bag full of stuff. I know, I know, you've been vigorously scratching your head and saying "hmmm, looks like it's still missing" whenever I ask, even if I have that annoying habit of asking every 15 minutes. Thank you. Your complete lack of sincere concern is calming, and your talents are prize-worthy. There should be an entire Internet niche of amateurs on video trying to recreate that magical way you can make entire suitcases vanish - YouTube imitation, the ultimate flattery. If you ever find the bag with my camera inside, I'll be the first to post.

Oh, sigh. Not a very happy blog post I'm afraid. It's been a looooooong week, but the week is over, and that means I am already feeling 5000% better. I just wish I could hire someone to plan all my lessons for me, and also someone to hassle Air Canada so I can take a break. I would give those people nicknames: Will-You-Marry-Me would be the lesson planner, and Ultra-The-Best would be the Air Canada hassler. Applications now being accepted.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Back in France!

But that exclamation mark doesn't quite represent my feelings about returning. When I first boarded the plane to come back here early this week, I was aiming for stoic acceptance - holidays over, job resumed, but hey, at least my commute is to France, which adds a bit of glamour to the usual slug of back-to-reality blues.

But then Air Canada lost all of my luggage. Wearing the same travel clothes for the last three days, without hair dryer or tweezers or razor or the usual necessities of a well-groomed life, while airport authorities shrugged their shoulders and gave me the run-around, has wrung every bit of glam out of this adventure. I'm hoping that publicly complaining about it here will mean that all of my stuff will turn up again, and I will soon be writing a sheepish post about how I complained about nothing, about how all the meltdowns that I've only barely managed to curb over the last 48 hours were in fact disproportionate to the problem. I can't wait to write a post from that vague, happy future. Please please pleeeeeeeease let it come.

I promise never to complain about our awful kitchen again if my luggage is returned to me. You heard me, Airport God. I offer you sacrifice.