Choose Your Own Adventure

I am not one to have a lot of goals. Call me lazy if you must. I have a few dreams. I’d like to be a farmer. I’d like to have nice hair again. The one goal that I’ve had for the last five? six? years has been to see Belle and Sebastian. They haven’t toured North America for years. Last week I decided to take the plunge and buy a ticket for a show in Portland in October. I’m excited. I have been preparing for this show since “Dear Catastrophe Waitress” came out in 2004. I went through a few years of getting dressed in the morning thinking: how would I want to present myself if I was going to a Belle and Sebastian concert today? I’m excited. I have about three months to plan the perfect cardigan-knee sock combination. My tentative plan is to fly to Vancouver where I will meet Becky. She's planning on visiting a friend for a few days. Then we’ll bus/train down to Portland for a couple days of exploring together. She’ll find her way back to Edmonton while I stick around for a bit – maybe go to a show in Seattle. Then I’ll take the train the rest of the way home. I’m excited. I think this adventure will be a good balance of alone and not alone. Train! Bus! Plane! Exploring a new city! Maybe I'll take up knitting again. Maybe I'll read a book or two. With pictures. I'm excited.

Losing, Loser, Lost

So I've recognized a pattern in my life, and I've decided that it's best if I make it public. Every time a good friend gets married I have a serious sense of loss and become very very sad. This weekend I lost not only one, but two friends to marriage. So, dear friends, if you find a love and decide to leave me for him/her, do not be alarmed if I start to be very mean to you, drink too much, or cry incessantly. It's just my way. My very dysfunctional way.

This One's For the Ladies

Lately I haven't been feeling sufficiently self-indulgent to blog. But I've been saving up little bits of self-indulgence here and there until now. And now, ladies and gentleman, for your reading pleasure, here are some updates on my very mundane life...
My grandpa is really sick. It makes my heart hurt. He's living in a care facility and has put his house up for sale. I'm hoping to dig up as many of his perennials as possible. I miss him already.
I had to yet again drastically change my diet. This time it's for the bacterial overgrowth. No carbs, sugar, fruit, soy, beans, etc. Not a good prognosis for a vegetarian. So now I'm a vegetarian in heart and a stinky fish eater in body. My body is doing weird things. One of those things is that I can't really process alcohol. I had some friends over from work and I had to leave the celebration early because it set off my vertigo. I was sick for a couple weeks. I turned 30! During the party while sitting around the fire, I exclaimed "I'm thirty!" While shouting, I kicked my leg, causing my shoe to fly off my foot, hitting my glasses, knocking them off my face into my lap. WTF is right. It was pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to me. Shortly after, I got a case of the dizzies and had to leave yet another party early. I cried myself to sleep. (Ha!) (I have since started getting Bowen treatments again. Last time I was there, she did a move that took away my tinnitus, and I haven't been nauseous since!)
I finished the first year of my masters program! No more school until September!
J&A got married! I was pretty spazzy with most of the best lady duties. I'm not handling my own life very well these days, and I had a hard time throwing parties and not being a total buzz kill. I tried hard. I borrowed my mom's mini van and decorated it with a disco ball and streamers and insisted that it be called the party wagon (about an hour ago, I ran into a fence and dented the side of the van. Party wagon has been partied out). The day ended up being lovely. Highlights for me included:
* locking my keys in the van right before we were to leave to pick up the bridal party to get our hair done
* spending 70 bones to get said hair done
* hearing that my lovely housemate called AMA and got the keys out of the van while I was still at the salon (who hearts community living? I heart community living!)
* making it official
* spending the day with people who are easy to be around
* a boy who thinks I'm a drag made efforts to talk to me because I was cleaner than normal, and had $70 hair (WTF is right)
* the d.a.n.c.e.
* J's enthusiastic dancing cousin
* my ladies and I did an airband to the Darkness - "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" and we were really really good
* dancing around a boy from Washington, D.C. to the Magnetic Field's "Washington, D.C."
* convincing everyone to join me in closing the dance to Leonard Cohen's "Closing Time"
* awkward conversation with one of A's friends when he told me that the Al Green in the playlist made up for my previous song mistakes. I told him he was being passive aggressive. The conversation continued for another couple of minutes. It probably should't have.

* no more wedding!
I got a dancing hangover from Saturday. I was so wired I haven't really been able to sleep the last couple days. Perhaps the lord will bless me with sleep tonight. Perhaps.