Weekends Now VS Weekends Then

Sunset in OctoberThe sun was sad to go last Friday. She took her sweet time getting outta here –  showing off a bit on her way out. I was also sad for the sun to go. I wasn’t quite done with my week. We only get two days off of real life per week – shouldn’t we be able to decide when we want them? I have no idea who decided the logistics of the whole weekend thing. Who decided only two days? Who decided that we wait precisely five days before we get them? Who decided that Saturday should have the audacity to have one more syllable than every other day? And who gave this mysterious person the right to make all of these decisions on my behalf? (I know there are actual answers to the majority of these questions but I am not interested in them)

AKA I did nothing Friday night.

Yacht Club

Saturday & Sunday, on the other hand, were beautiful. No couch-traveling was done this weekend as we, instead, lapped up the gifts of home. Blue skies, white sands and other cliches we usually take for granted were embraced and 300 episodes of Drugs Inc. were watched (I’m basically part of the D.E.A.).

WednesdayOne thing that I continually notice is how the way you approach the same experience drastically changes as you get older. It’s only obvious that you won’t have the same reaction to or appreciation for something when you’re 9 as you do when you’re 13, or then as you do when you’re 20.

For example, on Saturday morning we (somehow/magically/apparently/not sure if this really happened) took a walk through Bridgetown, Barbados’ capital. It involves busy streets, window displays, beautiful architecture, multiple Chefettes (you must understand its beauty if you’re going to truly envision this scene I’m painting for you), history and snow cones. However, when I was 8 a trip to town meant my mother was going to make me put on my sneakers and hold her hand for four hours. It involved very loud noises, dirty bathrooms and, sometimes, a pack of Pokemon cards if I went the whole day without hiding from her and thinking it was funny. It pretty much still involves all of these things except instead of Pokemon cards I get a fun new water bottle. However, something I used to dread to my core now gets me more excited than most things. I no longer tell my mother I’m going to jump in the Careenage and swim home if we don’t leave in 30 seconds but, instead, pose for pictures next to it.

Rum Punch

Similarly, a day at The Barbados Yacht Club no longer means my grandmother forcing me to eat chicken nuggets but, instead, perfect bliss (and rum punch).

In The KitchenSunday Breakfast

And Sunday mornings are less about the fact that there’s nothing good on TV (because “One Saturday Morning” only came on ABC on Saturdays for obvious reasons that were not obvious when I was 5) or that I haven’t done any homework all weekend and it’s due tomorrow (even though it should still be very much about this but I’ve decided I take school off on weekends) and is more about the fact that I know how to make crepes. And I know how to eat them. And crepes are yummy.

Catamaran ViewThey’re also about relaxing; and isn’t it so wonderful that we enjoy relaxing?! When I was 10 I hated “relaxing”… and naps, and sweet potatoes and the news. All things that are now in my top ten wonders of life.

Blue MorningsSo for a few minutes this weekend I thought about how maybe it’s a great thing that I’ve gotten older because there are things I enjoy now that I wouldn’t then…

…But then I thought about jumping into a pile of Beanie Babies while listening to “If You Wanna Be My Lover” and sucking on a ring pop and telling my friends that if they don’t come over they won’t be invited to my birthday party and I realized that no. While 20 is beautiful because with it comes an appreciation and an understanding of things around you, it doesn’t compare to jumping into a pile of Beanie Babies.

Until next time,

Taylor

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Weekend Travels

Sea

Another week in paradise has zoomed by. I have to admit I’m a lover of Thursdays. On Thursdays you feel the excitement of being so close to the weekend (tomorrow’s Friday!) but with zero of the high expectations that come with them (it’s Friday – why am I at home? Why does no one love me?). As a result, I can happily (tomorrow’s Friday!) sit here with my Contract Law textbook and blog-fingers without any remorse for my sorrowful social life. I save that bad boy for tomorrow.

I have been so busy doing nothing (i.e. too busy doing things that aren’t interesting enough to blog about) to find time to blog. Although I had a beautiful weekend my camera was MIA and we all know that a blog without pictures becomes a blah-g.

Selfie

So, applying the already-established Couch-Travelling equation (quantity of time + cash + energy + luck = your pretend vacay) – this weekend’s went something like this:

medium cash (/luck because it wasn’t really mine) + much time + much energy + luck =

Friday in Italy & Saturday in Canada 

Mama MiasI have a constant fear of FOMO (“fear of missing out” for anyone not fluent in unnecessary, hip abbreviations) and Friday nights tend to be a trigger. Last Friday we last-minute decided to become un-kept up with the Kardashians and, instead, have a nice, long-as-possible dinner at Mama Mia Italian Deli.

Mama Mia’s has always been a favourite of mine, mainly because it is entirely charming and also very yummy (and Italian). However, it became instantly obvious on our arrival that Mama has really stepped her game up! It is now Mama’s 2.0 and as fabulous as ever. The menu has gone from a 15 page dilemma for someone like me who has issues deciding what colour highlighter to use to a precise few pages of pure deliciousness, the walls and the colours are revamped and (unknown until after dinner) its website, Facebook page and social media are on fire.

The waiter was lovely, food fantastic  & atmosphere to die for (the wine/mojito combination may or may not have enriched my experience). If you’re here and you’ve never been – go! If you have – go again (it’s Mama 2.0)!

Saturday MorningSaturday began as seen above but ended quite differently. I am grateful that at 20 years old I can celebrate a new holiday for the very first time because that means there are always “firsts” to look forward to. Apparently that’s the type of thing you say on Thanksgiving, which we celebrated on Saturday. I still know nothing about this holiday except that there’s a turkey involved, that same-said turkey takes very long to cook, and that it made me feel fuzzy inside. During the day I pealed potatoes, drank tea and smelt pies and at night I drank too much wine, spent time with lovely people and ate pies. Overall, I’d say Canada at Thanksgiving is a pretty alright place and I’d be quite happy to return this time next year.

That just about wraps up last weekend’s travels. This weekend’s itinerary is empty so far but, hopefully, somewhere exciting falls in my lap.

Until next time,

Taylor

Ghosts of Halloweens Past

Welcome to October! To steal a very thought provoking question from approximately 55% of my Facebook friends and 75% of the people I follow on twitter: Where has the year gone? I am struggling to wrap my head around the fact that we are already in the ber‘s! (Is it too early for me to be excited for Christmas? Don’t answer that.)

Cafe

As I try my best to stop myself from humming Last Christmas in the shower and make an effort to only pin Christmas crafts to “secret boards”, I’ve started channelling my energy towards another fabulously superficial holiday, i.e. Halloween. I’m not sure exactly what it is about this day that has allowed it to sneak its way into my heart and steal the position of Second Best Time of The Year (one guess at the reigning champion) but I’ve always been a die-hard Halloween junkie. There’s a chance it could be related to the abundance of chocolate, the extra ammunition for procrastination and the opportunity to critically examine the creativity of my “peers” but, most likely, it’s a genetic disorder stemming from my mother’s obsession with/exquisite appreciation for the occasion.

I had said that this blog was to be about the things that keep me busy and, lately, because I’ve been left with only my sister to play with this last week and she’s not interested, that’s been Halloween. Because I can’t share with you what I have planned for this year’s get-up (oh, it’s good), I thought I’d share a few easy costume ideas from my past that might spark your early-bird Hallowplanning (or just make you cringe… either way).

1. Girl-Group Go-To:

Ninja Turtles

We’ve always leaned away from the “excuse to be slutty” and towards the “excuse to make people realize we’re pretty damn cool” Halloween costume. This Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume from a couple years ago was pretty easy to put together and won us a $500 bar tab. So basically the two things you want to deal with on October 31st.

The only difficult-ish part of the costume was the shell which we had no idea how to approach. Luckily, one of the turtle’s had the strings to pull to get each of us our very own shell-cushion. We attached them to our backs just like a backpack. The shirts cost $10, we stuck our “turtle abs” felt cut-outs on, personalized the belts and face masks and that’s pretty much the end.

2. The Costume To Avoid:

china

This was a good one. Said no one ever except my mum.

Mulan was the latest Disney Princess and the had-to-have hairstyle of the time was paper.

3. The Coolest Costume:

Mum Ice

(Got the cool joke?)

It was as easy as shiny material, a logo off an empty bag of ice and a piece of string. Ingenious, hilarious and ridiculously easy. This costume has to be one of my all time favourites, I’m just waiting until I reach a suitable age to pull off the bloomer-type shorts and puffy turtle neck.

A good Halloween costume, in my (no) expertise (whatsoever), calls for something that makes people go:

“How smart!”, “How funny!”, “How did they do that?”, or “How didn’t I think of that?”

Or maybe that’s just me trying to sound like I know something. Either way, they’re not bad things to hear, right?

Until next time,

Taylor.