Category Archives: Adventure

Summer fun in the…fog

One exciting thing about this summer is my friend Peter is back in town for a couple months before he goes to school in Calgary in the fall (which is actually pretty rude of him, because that is very far away, but WHATEVER I guess). Anyway, in the meantime, we decided to try to do some touristy things around the city this summer. We haven’t made it to the Reversing Falls Zip Line yet, and my Scents of Saint John tour is still in development (but seriously, it’s going to be an amazing look at the real Saint John when I save up enough to buy a bus), but we sure did go to the Saint John Psychic Fair!

PSYCHED for the psychic fair.

PSYCHED for the psychic fair.

OK, I guess technically this wasn’t exactly a touristy thing, but it is a thing that happens in our city every year that we have never considered actually attending. It always takes place in a medium crappy hotel, so we showed up on a Saturday afternoon prepared for things to get weird. And then we immediately got lost and walked by a mysterious place called the Hawaiian Room? But then we got back on track and found the psychics. Mostly they were creepy looking dudes and old women in sweat pants. There were maybe seven or eight of them sitting around the room, and you could go around to each one and pick up a brochure to find out what their deal was. Some of them used tarot cards, some communicated with the afterlife…mostly what we did was pick the one that appeared to have the lowest prices and the shortest wait list. Her name was Ginger Ella, and she did palm readings.

Peter went first, after Ginger Ella went out for what I can only assume was a smoke break. She told him he is an academic (true!) and he needs to be more social (probably also true!) and, I don’t know, a bunch of other junk. Enough about Peter, let’s talk about me! First of all, did you know I’ve had 20 past lives? It’s a true fact, because a psychic told me, it says so right on my hand. I’m pretty sure I’m getting close to enlightenment. I also learned I moved a lot as a child (true!), had a rough childhood (not true!), was a tomboy (not really accurate!), do not want to be financially dependant on a man (well, unless he’s like, REALLY wealthy or something), have good communication skills but need to be less abrupt (my mom agreed with this one – hey!) and will likely move a lot in my life (maybe!).

So do I believe in the power of psychics after my very first psychic fair experience? I mean, no, of course not. But it was still an entertaining and interesting experience, and I’m definitely glad we went after talking about it for basically months.

And then, a couple of weeks ago, I went to the Cherry Brook Zoo with Peter and our friend Jazmine. First of all, you should probably know that this zoo is kind of the saddest zoo ever.

Not sure if this lion is depressed or lulling us into a false sense of security.

Not sure if this lion is depressed or lulling us into a false sense of security.

 

I hadn’t been there in eight years, but it turns out not much has changed. The animals still look lethargic and generally bummed out, and after visiting the zoo, you’ll probably feel a bit bummed out about the life choices that brought you to the point where going to the zoo seemed like a good idea.

This Shetland sheep made the worst noise I've ever heard.

This Shetland sheep made the worst noise I’ve ever heard.

But you know, we made the best of it. We made up narratives for the animals and picked our favourites. Jazmine liked the emu (who was totally up to no good!), Peter was into the guinea pigs (which were actually adorable and made me want a pet guinea pig) and I loved the snow leopard (who was a diva who was TOTALLY above it all).

The most disdainful snow leopard ever.

The most disdainful snow leopard ever.

It’s been a fun summer so far! Hopefully we’ll have more local adventures before it’s over.

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Oh, hello again

Wow, I’m so forgetful sometimes! Like, for the last month, I basically forgot that I have a blog. But now I have so many things to update about – perhaps I will make SEVERAL posts before I once again forget that this thing exists.

So! I went to Alberta! It was a really fun trip. I went with my mom and my aunt. My sister had to work during our first full day, so we explored her neighbourhood a bit. Fortunately she lives far enough away from downtown that she wasn’t affected by the flooding. Her neighbourhood is really cute, lots of stores and restaurants and stuff. Also, it was SO HOT THERE. I’m not used to heat because I live in Saint John where overcast and freezing is the norm, so I immediately got sunburned on my pasty, pasty skin.

We spent the next three days in the mountains. Banff, Canmore, lots of beautiful lakes, waterfalls, and seriously, the mountains are actually so amazing. I feel like pictures don’t really capture them, but here is one of me at the top of the Banff Gondola anyway.

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So pretty! We also did a lot of hiking, and then immediately made up for it by eating at a whole bunch of good restaurants. I was a little exhausted (or was it just heat stroke?) by the end of it, but I feel like we got to see a lot. No grizzlies though! We drove around in search of animals a bunch, but we only found mountain sheep. They were FINE I guess, but they were no bears.

Me and my mom at Moraine Lake.

Me and my mom at Moraine Lake.

Our last full day in Calgary was spent shopping at an incredibly massive outlet mall. Oh my god, it is such a good thing I don’t live in a place that has a thing like that. It had all the stores! I wanted all the things! I had to show some restraint because, you know, we had to carry it all back on the plane, so things didn’t escalate TOO much.

And then I was off to Toronto to hang out with one of my bffs, Jeff for a few days.

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We went to a drag show (my first drag show!) and then another drag show (my second drag show!) and then a Tegan and Sara concert (my third Tegan and Sara concert!). Basically, we had a blast and it was just great to hang out with Jeff.

ivoryAlso, I finally met Jeff’s friend Ivory, a.k.a. the hottest drag queen ever. And I know what I’m talking about, I’ve been to two drag shows.

Then it was back to reality, but I’ve been finding ways to make Saint John at least a bit more interesting. Stay tuned for a Very Important Post about my experience at the Saint John Psychic Fair, my trip to the zoo, and SO MUCH MORE. No, not really. Just those two things, actually.

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Disaster zone vacay

Right now I’m staring at a half-packed suitcase and trying to figure out what to wear to a flood, and it’s quickly becoming apparent I don’t have a lot of disaster-appropriate outfits. Like, I don’t even own a pair of rubber boots! I only have one pair of capris! I’m kind of at a loss.

See, what happened is, I didn’t pick the best possible week to go on a trip to Calgary. It also isn’t the worst week – last week would have definitely been worse. (Also, I feel like I should stop being an asshole for a second and note that I feel really terrible for the people in the city who have been affected by the floods, because oh my god, what a terrible mess, the whole thing is pretty surreal.) But I’m still looking forward to the trip – my mom and my aunt and I are heading to Calgary to visit my sister, who has been living there for the past year. Fortunately, she lives in an area that wasn’t affected by the flood. We’re also going to Banff for a few days, and then I’m heading to Toronto for a few days to visit one of my bffs.

It should be a really good trip. I’m definitely excited about the part where I’m not working for a whole week and a half. It turns out that not working is one of my favourite things to do.

Clearly I haven’t been blogging much lately, and now I’m going to be MIA for the next little while, so again with the not blogging. But if you are for some reason desperate to know what I’m up to during my upcoming adventures, you can follow me on Twitter¬†or Instagram. Or not! I’ll be back soon to post pictures of my outfits, and to update about my AFI movie project.

But for now, my greatest challenge yet – packing. Ugh. Packing.

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27

Today is my birthday, so I feel like I should acknowledge that with a blog post!

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I’m 27 now, so I thought about doing one of those posts that the real serious bloggers do where they come up with 27 things they’ve learned or something, but I definitely do not know 27 things. Maybe eight things, absolute max. You should never take advice from me, unless it’s about a good TV series to watch in its entirety over the course of two days (Party Down!) or what pattern matches houndstooth (more houndstooth! leopard print! literally anything!).

Honestly, the last birthday I particularly cared about one way or the other was when I turned 20 and I was SO UPSET about not being a teenager anymore. Seriously, I was devastated. It feels like it was several lifetimes ago, although in reality I guess it was only seven years. Anyway, since then I’ve been pretty indifferent, although I do think 27 is a good number because it’s three cubed and I like the number three and that’s a totally normal and not vaguely OCD thing to think about, don’t judge me.

Not to hate on 26 or anything, it’s been pretty OK. I was promoted to my current job and I moved to my hometown (which is only an hour away from where I was living before, so it was a pretty minor move but still) and I have the best apartment ever in my whole life and yesterday I bought a slow cooker! Yeah, it’s basically all happening for me. Also, I’m having dinner with my fam tonight and I’m celebrating with friends from Fredericton and Saint John on the weekend. Birthdays!

Oh, and I’m skipping What to Wear this week. The theme is exercise clothes and I…don’t exercise. I guess I could show you my ski clothes? That’s boring. I actually thought about recreating the look from the video below, but it seemed like a lot of effort for a joke. Watch this video anyway, and remember to exuhcise your body’s eight billion muscles, including your sense of dignity.

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For the love of skiing

I went skiing this past weekend, and I kind of have some FEELINGS about it, and now I’m going to write about them, so this is might be a sort of cheesy post. You have been warned.

My dad has been a skier his whole life, and he’s really good. Like, he’s not an Olympic skier, but he can handle any terrain, he’s fast and he just really loves the sport. It’s pretty much his only hobby, but it’s one he’s really invested in. He taught me and my sister to ski when we were little kids. I think I started learning when I was four or five, and I got to be pretty good. Not as good as my dad, who grew up in Quebec City, and went skiing literally every weekend of every winter throughout his childhood and adolescence, but pretty good. I never liked taking as many risks as my father and sister, who tend to speed through glades and moguls, but I was still capable of making my way down any double black diamond trail I encountered.

And then I finished high school, and I just stopped. I didn’t go on my family’s annual ski trip after I turned 16 for a number of reasons, and I don’t really have any friends who are particularly into skiing, so I haven’t so much as put on a pair of skis since I was 16 – literally a decade ago. This past fall, my dad kind of joked that I should go on a trip with him, and he was pretty shocked when I told him I thought it sounded like a good idea.

We meant to get someone to photograph us together wearing skis, but then we forgot.

We meant to get someone to photograph us together wearing skis, but then we forgot.

So, I ended up taking a couple days off work last week and we drove down to Sunday River in Maine for two days of skiing. Honestly, I had no idea if I would even be able to do it. I wasn’t sure if that whole riding a bike metaphor applied to skis. It turns out it totally does! As soon as I snapped my boots into my bindings, the whole thing immediately came back to me. It felt more natural than almost anything else in my life, to be honest. Definitely more natural than waking up before 10 a.m. or making small talk with strangers about the weather or cooking a well-balanced meal. The whole time I was gliding down the slopes, I just felt like, this is what I was meant to do.

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Oh hey, just stopping for a casual photo op.

I’m not saying I plan to quit my job and pursue a full-time career as a professional skier. I’m still just medium OK – though I did manage to not fall once all weekend and I (mostly) kept up with my dad! I’m just saying that I’m not going to go another 10 years without skiing again. If anything, I’d like to try a more challenging hill, because by the end of the two days I was getting a little bored of Sunday River’s super groomed trails. My dad and I might try to go somewhere else later in the winter/early spring this year. We’ll see. I’m just glad I finally got back out there, and it turned out to be a reasonably painless experience. Well, OK, my legs hurt like a bitch the day after, but now I know it’s nothing I can’t handle.

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I did it, y’all!

I should also mention that this weekend took place over the Groundhog Day weekend, a very significant time of year for my family, since my dad always insisted upon celebrating the holiday by eating KFC and drawing pictures of groundhogs. Yep, just some regular holiday traditions. I admit that we didn’t eat any fried chicken this year on Feb. 2, but we did end the day by watching the movie Groundhog Day. Somehow my dad had never seen it before! We definitely had ourselves a very merry Groundhog Day.

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