Nope, I’m not describing what I’ve been up to lately (and not because ‘wicked’ would be too tame a descriptor) but instead the famed musical – Wicked, based on the book Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West.

If you were to read the theater reviews (and I don’t) you’d probably be told what a great show it is, what a wonderful cast they have and what fantastic sets they use. Well I’m here to tell you my first hand story of my life and time at Wicked…

And the invitation goes to…

Receiving a second hand invite from a friend with an extra ticket; I give her an offhand acceptance with innocently innocent inquiries on ticket prices & potential resale value. Having been sold out for months, this show was highly anticipated and I could imagine tickets reselling for an exorbitant price. My good friend, knowing me well enough and long enough, held onto my ticket until show time to ensure I did no such thing. Apparently she bought the tickets because she wanted to see the show and wasn’t looking to make a profit (amateur!). With tickets safely locked away in her purse, we headed downtown to watch the show.

Cut to Act 1, scene 1

I’m falling asleep. Actually, I think I’ve fallen asleep several times already and I’m not sure if it’s still the first scene or even still the first act.  Years of attending boring lectures and never-ending meetings has taught me how to look awake (sit upright, hold head straight) while dozing quietly away. As the singing chorus on stage bursts into song, I awake with a start. Glinda the good witch is regaling her court with a story of the Wicked Witch of the West. As the chorus leans in expectantly to listen to the good witch’s tale, I know should feel excited, I should be intrigued, I should be on the edge of my seat but I can barely keep my eyes open…

2 hours before showtime

My friend and I are sharing stories and making up for lost time the best way we know how – our traditional tequila shooters ( Recipe: take regular tequila and then add the word ‘traditional’ in front). They’re on special tonight too, a sure sign that we were all meant to be together…

1 hour to showtime

Martinis on special you say? Don’t mind if we do. If our glasses are empty waitress dear, that means we need refills. Chop chop!

30 minutes to showtime

They sell drinks at the theatre too? How convenient. Now, should we start with gin and tonics, bacardi and cokes or one of each?

You’re right, silly question (one of each).

Also, let’s not forget to pre-order our intermission bevies too.


Cut to Act 2, Scene 1

Nothing like halftime refreshments to, well, refresh. The scenes are brighter, the singing is bolder and the action is soooo much livelier when your eyes are open.

Things I’ve learned from my life and time @ the musical Wicked:

  • I love getting dressed up to go to plays
  • 1 hour goes by very slowly when you desperately need to use the washroom
  • People take their play watching seriously ( I think someone poked me in the shoulder for moving my head around too much!)
  • My eyes will always perk up for good looking male actors (oh Fiyero!)
  • I’ll never get the song Defying Gravity out of me head (and yes, I’m even singing it now)

And most importantly:

  • If you’re gonna consume a whole lotta drinks….save it for after the play.




Oh and if you still need some official reviews:

4 out of 4 stars – The Toronto Star

Wicked is steeped in talent -The New York Times

If [Wicked] doesn’t please you, you’re too tough to please – Wall Street Journal

Go see it already!


How to Pass your Own Exam

With the end of February fast approaching (so quickly approaching that it’s here now!) this also marks the end of something much less obvious: Black History Month.

This also means it’s time to sharpen my pencil for the ol’ Nelleytimes Black History Month Exam.

What did I accomplish this month? Did I do enough? And more importantly, could I have done more?

Let’s take the ol’ test and find out.

Will I pass? Will I fail? As with any exam, it all depends on how much you studied, how prepared you are for it and of course – who writes and grades the exam. 😉

The ol’ Nelleytimes Black History Month Exam*

*written and graded by Nelley

Question 1: Did you learn about a famous Black Canadian you thought you already knew?

Why yes I did. The late Harry Jerome in fact. I applied for a scholarship in his name when I was in high school (didn’t get it-boo!) and knew that he was an athlete but didn’t know any other details of his life.

Question 2: Did you share that knowledge with others?

Oh ya, sure thing! Harry Jerome was an outstanding Canadian athlete with an astonishing athletic career:

  • Jerome set a total of seven world records, including tying the 100 metres in 10.0 seconds in 1960
  • He set the world record for the 100 yard dash at 9.2 seconds (darn Americans and there non metric system!) , making Jerome the only athlete to own both the 100 yard and 100 meter world record simultaneously
  • He competed successfully in 3 Summer Olympics (1960 in Rome, 1964 in Tokyo and 1968 in Mexico) an unheard of accomplishment in his day.

He unfortunately died relatively young (aged 40) of a surprise brain aneurysm in 1982. his life story is well documented in the 2010 film documentary ‘Mighty Jerome’.

Craziest fact:

He suffered a leg injury so severe in 1962 (his quadriceps fully separated from his knee ligaments – gross!) and his doctors initially believed he would never be able to walk again. Despite this dire prediction, he had the reattachment surgery (yikes!) then worked with coaches and trainers in an effort to get back on the track. He went on to qualify and compete in 2 more Summer Olympics, coming in 3rd in the 100m sprint and 4th in the 200m sprint!

Damn that’s inspiring!

Question 3: Did you learn about a significant Black Canadian you never knew before, who carved a path for others?

Why yes I did that too. This exam is great! The BC chapter of the Canadian Association of Black Lawyers held a mini film festival, showcasing the documentary film:  ‘The making of a judge’ about the life of the Honourable Judge George E. Carter. Judge Carter owns the distinction of being the first Canadian-born Black judge in Canada.

Question 4. Did you share this knowledge with others?

Oops. I always forget that part.

A brilliant man, Judge Carter was born way back in 1921 and is still, happily, alive today. In the film they describe the time he lived in being a time of exclusion, with a silent racism that permeated all aspects of his life as he tried to prevail based on his exceptional skill and ability in a legal society that was holding him back based solely on the colour of his skin. He was finally called to the bench in 1976 and his stellar service record and fair and balanced legal style is still a shining example to all lawyers to today.

The inspiring message I took from his life story is that you must always live up to your expectations of yourself and never live down to what others expect of you. And of course to always expect great things from yourself.

Surprising fact: Now into his 90’s, he’s still practising law. Not only that but his sharp mind is still intact and he’s as witty as ever.

Question 5. Did you showcase and support young and talented Canadians?

Sure did! I volunteered for an event called ‘When the Spirit Moves’, a musical showcase that introduced attendees to an adorable 11-year-old pianist named Jo-Raul Farley, and Shanise Brown, a talented young 16-year-old singer.
Go me!

Question 6. Are there any events you said ‘Yes’ to but didn’t actually attend?

What?! Who wrote this thing anyway?! Fine. Yes, unfortunately there were a few. As I say yes to everything (well I meant to go….) sometimes events overlapped and I had to pick just one….And sometimes I’m just plain lazy and prefer to stay put then to venture out in the snow. Plus, there are only so many Friday/Saturday and Sundays in a month. C’mon people, give me a break already!

And finally,

Question 7. So what about parties? Reggae jams, soca fetes, bassment parties, etc? Did you plan, organize, attend or volunteer at any of those this month?

….Wow. I completely forgot about the party side of life. I didn’t get a chance to attend one Black History month related party, soca fete, reggae jam or even a spontaneous street party.


Final Grade


Learning is great. Educating others is wonderful and you definitely get extra points for sharing knowledge. Showcasing and/or supporting young talent is priceless and volunteering your time is highly commendable. However, you will have to be docked points for failing to show up for an RSVP’d event and most importantly for forgetting to actually celebrate the month. Parties are all about bringing people together in a relaxed environment and encouraging everyone to have a good time. It could have bridged culture gaps,  closed the racial divide and essentially brought about world peace. Yes, parties are THAT powerful and THAT important. tsk. tsk. tsk.


Final Grade: B+


BUT! If you attend as many parties, reggae jams and soca fetes as you can in March and begin to spread the seeds for Black History Month 2012, your grade can be bumped up to a much deserved A.

Really?? Deal!

See! It pays to write the exam. 😉

The Re-Olympics are here!

Yes, I’m making up words now too. It’s my unsubstantiated belief that after blogging for awhile, I should have some unofficial rights. Made-up right #1: The ability to create at least 1 word per year and hope it makes it into the nation’s lexicon.

Ahem. Now where was I? Ah yes,

The Re-Olympics: An attempt to bring back the unbridled excitement and elated emotions that once surrounded a city.

Exceptions: This phenomenon is only available in cities where the Olympics took place or where medal-winning Olympians were born. (Sorry loser cities but bite us!)

Let’s get to it

At long last the re-Olympics are here. I’ve been waiting a whole year for this unexpected opportunity and, as expected, it had unexpected results. Originally I thought I’d be forced to write another boring piece on Valentine’s Day (gag!…but see below post) but luckily the Re-Olympics saved me from that fateful task (for the record though, I do love any event involving an inordinate amount of chocolate and getting said chocolate in my belly).

The Re-Olympics are here

The Re-Olympics are the official one year anniversary celebrations of the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics. So much has been planned around this event too: stage shows, concerts, street parties, demonstrations, festivals, random hook-ups, etc. and I was happy to take part in every aspect of it. No matter how early the event, no matter what time the activities would start, I was going to be there.

The first event of the Re-Olympics was at the famed Robson Square. It was supposed to boast free ice-skating while a renowned DJ played some tunes.  Our sexy mayor was also going to make an appearance and play a round of hockey somewhere in the vicinity and all this was scheduled to start Saturday, February 12 @ 9:00 AM sharp. Waking up at the crack of 12:07 PM, I rushed to get ready, ate a quick 3-course breakfast and was quickly out the door in record time. A mere 2 hours and 45 minutes later. Phew. Good job me!

Checking the weather by actually walking out into the Vancouver monsoon, I got cold feet (literally) and almost turned back to the warmth and loving embrace of my comfy couch.
But no, gold medal winning athletes wouldn’t be turned off by a little mini hurricane and neither would I (plus I promised a friend so I was, like, legally bound). Some others weren’t so brave though. Our group of 10+ fanatics was whittled down to a scrappy group of four enthusiasts.

Not willing to stand around in sideways blowing rain, we intelligently sought shelter in a nearby bar. Over several hours and several pints (pints of vodka for me, of course) we reminisced on how we had all last gotten together during the original Olympics.  This prompted us to remember what we were actually here together today to do (oh yeah, the Re-Olympics!) and we stumbled out into gale force winds to get our celebration on.

But first, we detoured to a friend’s house for a few more drinks (boozy logic) and then finally arrived in the thick of it all (or what was left of the thick) just after 6pm.

The Re-Olympics

@ the Convention Centre:

Re-lit for the re-Olympics!

@ Robson Square:

Everyone who woke up after 3PM is here!

With performances by En Karma with South Asian Arts!

Ya I have no clue who they are either. Crowd loved em though!

On Granville Street:

I took a camera phone picture of a bus shelter picture of a camera picture taken from and @ the 2010 Olympics. Trippy.

Blurry shot: proof that vodka & photography don't mix

15 minutes too many

30 minutes later, the four of us were thoroughly Re-Olympic’d out (it’s quite a work out you know, trying to give strangers high-fives plus all that ridiculous ear-to-ear grinning). The atmosphere downtown was still high energy but the Olympians had already left, most of the events for the day were done and we heard rumours of a crazy group of four people who kept trying to give everyone high-fives with ridiculous grins on (how scary!).  After a brief discussion, we decided to save ourselves and agreed that the best place to celebrate a successful Canadian Olympics themed day was…at a nearby Australian bar.


All in all, the Re-Olympics were a great excuse to daytime drink spend some time with long lost friends and I can’t wait to celebrate the Re-Re-Olympics (start the movement now!) with this group (give or take a few million others) in 2012!

High five! 🙂




A little something for all of you who want a little V-Day love… look no further (thanks to Virgin Mobile):

Dear whats-ur-face. I think ur not as bad as my other douche-bag. Luv, 'ol 2-timer.

and for those of you who don’t want any V-Day love:

Dear jerkface, I don't even care enough to fill in the blanks. We're through!


Don’t judge! Criticize instead.

Use all the semantics you want, but the fine line between judging, criticizing and constructive criticism doesn’t have to be so fine.

Don’t know the difference? Well here’s your handy guide:

  • Example #1: You suck! (Judgement)
  • Example #2: Wow. It’s incredible how much you suck. (Criticizing)
  • Example #3: If you’d say something positive every once in awhile… you probably wouldn’t suck so much. (Constructive Criticism)

Judging vs. Criticism vs. Constructive Criticism

  • There are legitimate reasons to judge:

Who doesn’t love the power trip Judge Judy and others must feel every time they tell the plaintiff  “You’re lying!”.

Fun reasons to criticize (taken from www.RottenTomatoes.com review of the new Nicolas Cage film Season of the Witch) :

  • Finding online examples of constructive criticism was though. Hmmmm. Maybe we can consider humourously constructive in a back door sort of way:

    Steven Colbert’s ‘The Word’ (video link)

    • We also judge the celebrities in the media:

    umm..I didn't have a superbowl party either. Is THAT considered news too??

    • We even criticize strangers we see on the street (Glamour Magazine just does it with more fashion credentials):

    Glamour Magazine's infamous 'Do's and Don’ts

    Judge on

    Which brings us to the task at hand.  In a post written a few weeks back titled “The Follow Up”, I asked anyone willing to participate to read a non-fiction passage and to judge freely, to criticize uncontrollably and to be constructive as much as possible. I facebooked the challenge, I tweeted the info and then I stopped (I do have a life you know). I’m thick skinned so I was prepared for the worst. Unfortunately, you thin-skinned folks were so easy on me I ended up with loads of unadulterated praise (Not complaining though! I have no problem with y’all stroking this ego):

    “I like it, after reading it I want[ed] to read more.”

    “… it’s pretty good”

    “I like where this is going.”

    “It’s good and intriguing.”

    To more critical appraisal:

    “Personally, I thought it was alright, I’d give it around a 6.5/10”

    To helpful advice:

    “What you need is development. Think about who these characters are, try to get into the furthest depth you can about who they are…”

    The Last Word

    I think deep down I was secretly hoping for lots of ‘You’re great” and “Wow, I would buy this story today!” responses, I realized I was happiest reading the constructive feedback. It brought up many good narrative and character development points I hadn’t originally considered. The characters are all formulated in my head but that’s not whats coming across on paper. Plus, the feedback shows me that I need to get an outline in place so I can visualize where I’m coming from and better articulate on paper where the story should go.

    Bottom line: loved it all! Most feedback came via email and it was interesting and encouraging to read all the comments.

    As one critic soothingly expressed:

    “If there was nothing of merit in the piece, I wouldn’t have bothered writing… a…critique.“

    To dumb it down: I wouldn’t have wasted my time if I thought it was crap.

    I appreciate all comments and feedback and see that you all did wonders in determining the fine line between useless judgment and helpful (aka constructive) criticism. Thank you!

    You all deserve a $25 VISA gift card in my opinion, but, based on my contest rules, I can only give out one and so the random winner is…

    Ryan @ info@ryanfrawley.com!!

    Luckily Ryan, I have already used your $25 VISA gift card as down payment on my yet to be written debut novel!  Expect delivery within 1 to 3 years.

    Just kidding of course. I will contact you shortly and get your prize to you this week. As for what you can spend your gift card on, that’s completely up to you. You can buy whatever you want with your big prize! From a higly regarded literary magazine or even a copy of Teen Vogue. Don’t worry,

    I’m not going to judge.




    …but I may need to offer you some constructive criticism. 😉

    The End is Nigh!

    Well the end of the year is nigh, at least.  So nigh, in fact, it’s pretty much here already. By the time you read this line, there will be less than 2 weeks till the ball drops for 2011. Rather than dropping the ball and waiting for Jan 1, 2011 myself (how passé!) I want to be the first to drop my 2010 Retrospective highlighting one top  post from each month. So without further adieu, I present to you:

    2010: A 2010 Retrospective looking back at a year of blogging in 2010. Retrospectively.

    January 2010: Why should polar bears have all the fun?

    Tempting fate and Mother Nature by taking an ice cold dip in the Pacific Ocean. If you think a person has to be mad to do it – you’re just about right on that. The madder the better.

    Would I do it again? I guess you`ll find out in less than 2 weeks…

    February 2010: Please, oh please, won’t you be my anti-valentine?

    Inspired by love and all its BS, as well as this hilarious antivalentine’s day card courtesy of www.Meish.org/vd:


    March 2010: End Game

    Olympic Fever hit me as early as January and I had several posts on the Olympics over a 2 month period culminating in this final, sad entry. Olymmmmmpicsssss! Those who lived it just know. Those who didn’t could be better off not feeling the loss of a time when the city of Vancouver was engulfed, enthralled and enchanted by all that was and might never be again. Sigh. So as you can tell it’s a fun, uplifting post. 😉

    April 2010: Supporting the Arts

    Oh Septocus! How I wanted this great performance art piece to be bad. I’ve never been so happy to be disappointed in my life. (Contrarily, I really wanted this performance art to be good and it was…not that)


    May 2010: I’ve got your future right here

    I paid $40 to be told the equivalent of what I could have discovered using a Magic 8-ball. Thinking of getting your palm read and your crystals analyzed? Simply remove my name in this post and paste in yours. Bam! I just saved you $40.

    June 2010: Love thy Father

    My heartfelt salute to my most favouritest man in the world – Daddykins! Interestingly enough, he doesn’t read my blog – the bastard! 😉 Xoxo!

    July 2010: Festivus of Beer

    Ah yes, an alcoholic’s dream come true… Assuming the alcoholic liked beer. Unfortunately I don’t. Read on for the details of this living nightmare.

    August 2010: Pie Times

    22 pies to taste and one spork with which to do it. As any 12-year-old girl with an eating disorder would say: OMG. Get a napkin ready and read on about the best day of my life!

    Pies as far as the eye can see! Wheeee!

    September 2010: Peaceful Anarchy

    Cycling for hours just for the hell of it. If we cause a little anarchy while we’re at it, so be it.

    October 2010: The Grouse Grind®

    Took on this bitch and it kicked my arse. Twice! Argh! I don’t take defeat very well. I’ll see you again in the spring, you sanctimonious whore! If you don`t know what the grouse grind is, count yourself lucky. And probably lazy. Yah you heard me. Take the challenge! 

    November 2010: Wedding Fever

    I finally learned about the fun in marriage Weddings! The glam; the photographers; the planning; the fun; the cake (oh my, the cake!); the party; the gifts; and the most important part of that day – the open bar! Marriages do not = weddings.  A wedding is the drug: an ecstasy pill coated in butter cream frosting, served with free flowing champagne.   Marriage is what comes after the drug fuelled, champagne high. Like the hangover if you will. heh heh heh. Hey, there’s always the simple cure (divorce) and then you can have another wedding, woo!

    December 2010:

    What? A 2010 retrospective looking back at a favourite blog from each month in 2010? What a great idea. 😉

    Is this considered a paradox thingy?  Nope. Apparently it’s called Recursion. Learning is fun! (except when it isn’t)

    December 2010 (the real one): `tis the season (pt II)

    Get in the spirit with this handy guide that should motivate you to get off your couch!… or stay on it. I have tips for you lazy folks too. And yes, you’re welcome.

    The Nigh at the End

    There you have it. A non-comprehensive 2010 retrospective on the year 2010 (a retrospective).

    What’s next for 2011? What’s next on the agenda? What will happen over the next 12 months? What predictions or speculations are on the horizon for the coming year? I haven’t a clue but after seeing that fortune teller back in May 2010, I do know one thing for sure:

    Neither does she.

    The Art of Word

    I went to a slam
    of poetry, a jam
    performers, they spoke
    from their hearts
    and evoked
    true feelings of awe
    and drop, did my jaw
    I’ll speak of my time
    and fill in these lines
    I’ll speak of their power
    but ask for your time
    way less than an hour
    and you’ll take it just fine
    as my words are like wine
    Read below on the event
    & my time, how ‘twas spent
    the rhyming soon will end
    as I’m kinda bored with it. 😉
    As a poet, my skills are sad
    but as a critic, I ain’t too bad.

    The Art of Word

    Poetry reading. Poetry Slam. Poetry Jam. Poetry in general. Never been my first choice, my last choice or even a contender in the list of possible choices as ‘something fun to do’. However, in the name of trying something new, I accepted the invite and planned to suit up in my best poetry ensemble – black jeans, black turtleneck, topped with a black beret. Realizing I don’t own any of that stuff (turtlenecks? Do they still even make those?) I wore what I thought was the next best thing – anything else.

    The Art of Word: Takes place on the last Sunday of every month at Raw Canvas Art House & Lounge. It showcases accomplished feature artists to draw the crowds with an added open mic component to give amateur poets a platform to showcase their …ahem…“talent” (talent sometimes optional). Co-hosted by Kevan “Scruffmouth” Cameron, a well-known Vancouver based spoken word artist, the event’s aim is to  increase awareness and participation in the art of words (music, performance, spoken, etc.).

    My inviter  – a big fan of one of the featured artists – was excited to attend and her enthusiasm easily spilled over to me (ya, I’m easy). November’s showcase was scheduled to begin promptly at 8pm. Arriving promptly at 8:45, we walk in between sets to a room buzzing with excited (and probably alcohol infused) energy.

    Let’s Start the Show

    First up – featured musician and poet Carlos Joe Costa performing a jazz infused set and charming the crowd with his deep honey tones as he sang of love and eloquently spoke of good times.

    With the crowd warmed up (did I mention Raw Canvas is also a wine bar?), it was time to slip in a few open mic acts. I’ll use the terms unique, eclectic, and not-to-be-missed because those are terms that can both describe an amazing act as well as the perfect description for the exact opposite of that (not to be missed because unless your friends sat there with you, they might not believe you). Every amateur performer is different and everyone has different tastes so while not all of them get my attention, they all definitely get my respect.  Plus when it’s a really, really out there performance, it’s fun to giggle at. Hee hee hee.

    Cool art work around Raw Canvas

    However, as some acts started to drag on, I started to question why I had attended this thing in the first place (damn easily contagious enthusiasm).

    As if in response to my waning attention, onto the stage walks my friend’s reason for attending: Mister Dwayne Morgan. His poetry was clever, moving, and empowering. Being a PG rated blog (well for this week at least), I can’t even get into some of the more descriptive woman worshiping sexual scenarios he spoke about in a few of his pieces. I can only say he made my jaw drop and my knees quiver and leave it at that. And of course give you a few links to check it out yourself: So get yourself a nice big glass of wine, get real cozy and check it out here, and then here and if you don’t want him to stop (and you won’t) then check it out here too.

    His opening piece: “Have a baby by me, be a millionaire” intelligently touched on pop culture trends and society’s material based self-valuation versus true values of integrity and self worth. A thought-provoking piece to encourage us to want to be better without coming across as preachy or sanctimonious.

    As a wanna-be wordsmith myself, I loved his poem about a “Love Affair with Words” where he implied that as a word based artist, he was cheating on his woman with words while cleverly joking about “having threesomes with rhyming couplets”, and about his lady demanding of him: “who is that bitch Haiku?”

    As if Dwayne Morgan wasn’t enough, next came open mic guest poet Tasha Miller who finished the evening and silenced the still buzzing crowd with her impressive talent. Especially memorable and funny were some of the quotes on rejection from her mini book (paraphrasing):

    Trust me. Even if we were both dressed in sweats and in a gym – we wouldn’t work out.

    Even if you and I had the blood type ‘o positive’, and I badly needed a transfusion , you still wouldn’t be my type.

    Wrap it up

    I thank you for your time
    as I end my final rhyme
    The show was lots of  fun,
    and I was sad when it was done.
    Of the expert I claim to be
    one thing was clear to me:
    I still ain’t no poet,
    And now y’all do know it

    Happy 365!

    What a short, interesting trip it’s been

    A year already. It’s a continuous theme in my blog posts: time flies. Now is the time to seize the day, carpe noctem, et cetera and on & on and so on and so forth.

    Perhaps you’re a little confused, but in case you haven’t been paying attention (and in your defence, I haven’t been either):


    Now THAT's an anniversary cake!

    It’s been one year since I started this blog and today’s post is the first post of year two. Woo!  So technically I missed the anniversary date (September 27th) but just like in my relationships, I’m not one to pay particular attention to big dates (We’ve been together a year already? Are you sure?)  and this one-year mark is another milestone date that came by surprise.

    I looked back at my first and still favourite post: the 3-way conundrum; which openly mocked the aftermath of the dissolution of a relationship. This took me more than 3 weeks to compose; it went through several different edits and rewrites and it had no accompanying photos (to protect the guilty). I had the simple goals at the time of keeping it simple, clever, clean and under 500 words (official word count: 512). Reading it again for the first time in over a year, I still like it for its brevity, hilarity, and clarity. It even had its corresponding facebook promotional post:

    Going to lunch with an ex. I need to wear something that says ‘I’ve moved on”, “I’m happy with my life right now”, and “Your new girlfriend is probably a whore.” Hmmmm. I’m thinking something in a pattern perhaps? 😉

    I’ll admit it’s slightly petty (and over a year later, I’m still totally okay with that), but it was also liberating at the time. It was writing therapy and I suggest you try it sometime (shake out those dusty skeletons).

    Moving on, I moved on from there to write about anything, everything and all the fun little in-between activities that came along.

    In the beginning

    I had no real goal or direction. ‘Living’ is pretty general (just requires breathing – artificial or not) and could relate to many things. Whatever whim, activity or invitation came my way, I would quickly RSVP Y-E-S.  I may have only showed up to about half the events and arrived late to the rest of them (more fashionable that way, of course) but I have accomplished, experienced and been a part of the most random sampling of ‘living’ this side of the hereafter:

    – There was my continuous, internal struggle for my love of food men manly food.

    – Followed by my deep, outwardly struggle against the battle of the bulge (here’s a hint, I kicked its ASS!)

    – A reason to settle for Mr. Right Now: Be my anti-valentine

    – Reasons why you shouldn’t (or maybe I shouldn’t) drink and shop

    Free booze + shopping =$60 cheap "gold" earrings

    – How the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics took over my life. Then a second time. Then again.

    -I’m telling the world: What really happens in Vegas

    My second home

    – Would you like to go salsa dancing with me? Great. Be ready @ 3AM to go.

    – Spilling the beans on a great girl’s night out

    – My limited number of good deeds (unfortunately just wanting to be good doesn’t count. Humph) Maybe giving up my car counts?

    – How I joined the polar bear club (kind of like the mile high club but totally different)

    – The time I became a degenerate gambler (bet you 5 to 1 and my right kidney that it won’t happen again!)

    …etc, and on & on and so on and so forth. 52 weeks and 52 posts and its getting more fun by the week. I’m even considering changing to a more than once a week format but I think that kind of radical thinking should be saved for year three (crazy hippie thinking!).

    Where we go from here

    Year one was about trying different activities, living through new experiences, taking part in unusual events and being open minded to everything (especially this).

    In year two, I still want to try new things (so much to try, taste and do!) but I’ll be going to the people this time. Confused? Perfect. That’s how I like my audience – highly expectant and in the dark.

    Curious? Great! That’s even better.

    Stay tuned. 😉




    Ok fine, here are a couple hints:

    • Gastronomic Anomalies: with so much good food out there, why do people feel the need to make this stuff??
    • Happy Sexy You
    • How am I supposed to eat THAT?
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