That Birthday Blog

Now comes the post you can only ever do once a year — the good old birthday post.

20 is a big deal… right? That’s what I’ve heard anyways. However, I’ve decided that (due to uncontrollable attachments to my youth) I’m going to adopt the age twenteen until I grow mature enough to leave the beloved suffix behind (if that ever happens). And, in keeping with the theme of savoring my teens, I surely had a wonderful last weekend as one…

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Being Stranded on an Island RULE NO.1: Since you can’t actually leave, pretend to as often as possible. 

Rule #1 is far-stretching and ambiguous. This is because everyone’s couch-travelling itinerary will differ with the insertion of different variables. These variables include: time, cash and energy (one or two sometimes interchangeable with luck). For example:

  • medium time + little cash + little energy = watching a movie that takes you to the destination of your choice (think a night in Paris, Cannes and the French countryside via Meg Ryan’s French Kiss
  • medium time + medium cash + medium energy (in my case, a lot of luck usually replaces energy) = a beautiful themed dinner (lucky me has travelled to Italy, France, Greece and India via miraculous meals made by the better half)

A stay-cation is the ultimate at-home-get-away and usually involves the ultimate equation: high degrees of every variable. However, last weekend we were fortunate enough to replace the high volume of cash usually required with a good set of luck.

a little peek of one of the views at Royal Westmoreland, Barbados

a picturesque golf course view at Royal Westmoreland, Barbados

That equation added up to a weekend at the glamorous Royal Westmoreland. Westmoreland can be found on the top of St. James on the West Coast of the island and is known world wide for its topnotch golf course and star-studded villa owners. Although we (young couple celebrating a 20th birthday) did not fit into the its usual clientele, we definitely had no problem pretending that we did. Lunch at the Club House, being dragged around the golf course (I had to wear a collared shirt) and a beautiful place to sleep really didn’t leave me with much to complain about (which is actually a miracle in itself). It was the ideal setting for us to become tourists in our home for a quick little weekend doing all the things you should always do when you visit somewhere new:

1. That Fancy-Smancy Dinner:

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Featuring: a bottle of red, high heels, sticky toffee pudding, personalized birthday messages, sparkling candles, Marilyn Monroe artwork, deep conversation. 

2. That (Failed) Cultural Escapade:

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A drive through the country side, hopes to explore history, pretty views, the realization of Saturday closures. 

3. That ‘Night on The Town’:

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Steak and chips, rum punches, dominoes, bottle of red (encore appearance), red lippy, cigars, cocktails with scary names, live bands, free entry, juke boxes, dance parties (private & public), shots, 3AM food runs, puffer fish who enjoy fancy fruit, last calls. 

4. That Cozy Day In:

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DVD players that don’t play burnt DVD’s, coke in a can, Julia Robert’s cravings, $5 for a rental, popcorn on the stove. 

If I stumble upon any one of those four type of days on a weekend it automatically becomes a fabulous weekend. So imagine my glee when I happened to have all four in one. My birthday weekend managed to tick off every requirement on the perfect, well-rounded, made-in-heaven weekend check list and from now on weekends will never be the same.

I’m not sure yet if that’s because I’ve gotten a taste of magical-weekend-pie and all others will now be pathetic in comparison or if it’s because I’m no longer a teenager and now my weekends will be filled with responsibility and cleaning. I guess we’ll have to find out.

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Until next time,

Taylor

    

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To-Did List: Sunrises and Long Drives

I tend to be full of phrases that begin with: “One weekend we should so…” But that’s as far as my elaborate plans usually go. I think I more enjoy exciting words coming out of my mouth than I do actually executing exciting things (but that’s another post on its own).

So a couple months ago I had the grand idea of forcing myself to execute these ideas. (I got the inspiration from somewhere on the net and I would send you over there right now if I had any idea how to re-find it.)

I wrote each forever-lovely adventure idea on a popsicle stick and stuck them all in a jar. Each weekend we’d pull one out and have no choice but to begin a new adventure.

Last weekend, after two months of dust-collecting, the jar received its first visit and we pulled our first adventure:

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Not impressed. As good of an idea as this seemed at the time of its conception, I know that waking up at 5 am is just not fun. Hence why I would never actually do it… unless a popsicle stick told me to.

Saturday morning the alarms went off at 5am and after a few minutes of should we actually get up‘s we decided that the popsicle’s word was law and if we didn’t wake up we were officially not fun. We skipped coffee (something one should never do) and headed out on a journey to the East Coast where we could actually see the sun wake up. Island life comes in handy at times like this where we can get from the West Coast to the East in 15 minutes. Being on the West Coast we’re blessed with beautiful sunsets every day but that means that sunrises are not our specialty. Unaware of the logistics of it all, seeing that the sky had become a much lighter shade of black we decided the sun had already risen. We sat in the car on the top of a hill and looked over the East Coast…

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The world was quiet and dim. Although I admired the serenity, I couldn’t help but wonder why it wasn’t pretty and colourful. We sat there like that admiring the sunrise for a good 20 minutes before the sun actually started to rise… It made more sense then.

Everyone knows that everything (except for me) looks that much prettier in the early morning light. Our drive along the East Coast could not have been a better example (of things being pretty and me not so much):

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The East Coast of Barbados sits comfortably between unspoiled green hills and the roaring Atlantic Ocean, far away from the hotels, wi-fi hotspots and hagglers of the South and West Coasts. Tourists will come to the island time and time again without ever seeing the true essence of Barbadian beauty found on the East. It’s underrated, untouched and undoubtedly one of my favourite parts of this rock.

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I couldn’t help but notice on our two hour drive around nowhere that it’s funny how, with lovely lighting and the right person, you can drive the same roads you’ve driven time and time again but see them for the very first time. 

I'm a sucker for illustrations

I’m a sucker for illustrations

Here’s my 5-10am Saturday drive. We almost made it around the whole thing didn’t we? Next time. The moon was our fake sunrise, the sun the real one and the pink spots all the other places we spent our time.

So if my little popsicle stick could make me do all of these shananigans before 10AM – what could yours do? If you’re lazy, procrastinate and prefer to watch Pawn Stars all day than to actually leave your bed but you dream of someday actually doing something somewhere outside then you should probably go get some popsicle sticks (and then become my BFF because you’re me).

Until next time

Taylor

Something that Scares Me

Eleanor Roosevelt said:

“Do one thing every day that scares you.”

(No, this mantra was not coined by your over-active Facebook friends in search of thought-provoking statuses. I was surprised too.)

If you’ve seen this quote, and you’re like me, it’s made you reflect upon your relatively sheltered life. I definitely don’t do one scary thing a day, I’m not even sure if I do one a month. Every time I see it I ponder my day:

Breakfast wasn’t that scary, cereal’s easy… I guess it was sort of scary driving to school, I hear that can go wrong some times… That episode of Drugs Inc. was semi-alarming… 

However, there is nothing that I purposely do in order to be petrified and until I started seeing this quote on every “Words To Live By” Pinterest board I thought that was a normal way to live your life. But! Lo and behold! When Eleanor looked me in the face last night as I was browsing the cyber space I felt her pat me on the back…

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I love the beach. But the beach at night, not gonna lie, scares the bajeebers out of me.  It’s just one of those things that doesn’t feel natural. Quickly: 3 words that come into your head when you hear the word “beach”? Sand, sea, SUN. Emphasis on the sun. But last night when my boyfriend came home from the gym and suggested the whole scaling of the neighbour’s wall and taking a quick dip in the sea I went for it. We didn’t last long as I can guarantee I wasn’t the playful beach babe he was looking for – more like a paranoid squealing mess – but it happened, I was scared, the end.

I’m not sure when next I’ll do something that scares me but, in light of my new-found thrill-seeking nature, here is a short list of things that scare me that maybe I should try to do soon:

  • Failing school
  • Contracting a deathly illness
  • Really large fires

Until next time,

Taylor

1200th Time’s a Charm…

I’d say maybe every six months I find myself here again.

Maybe not “here” here — but somewhere in cyber space. Typing my heart out to an unknown (and usually nonexistent) audience, welcoming them to the blog I’m about to start (really this time, I promise) and ending it with a side note that I have no idea what it will be about but hopefully it’ll “just come to me”. Three months later I remember that I started it, find it, delete it, hope no one I know ever read it.

Perhaps I have deep issues rooted somewhere down in my psyche that prevent me from keeping promises to myself. Perhaps it started somewhere around the first dozen Neopets I forgot to feed even after all the Neo-points I invested in them. Perhaps I am just idea-less and looking for an excuse. Perhaps perhaps.

So this time – no promises. I’ll be straight up with you:

I’d like to start a blog. I’d like it to be about the fun things I do, dinners I eat, books I read and shenanigans I come up with to keep myself busy on the little Caribbean island I call home whilst my friends are away and my poor boyfriend is stuck putting up with me all day. I’d like to post lovely things and I’d like to do so frequently. I’d like to think I can do this.

Maybe the absence of formality and lack of promises will bring me back here soon. Fingers crossed.

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Until next time?

Taylor