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…
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.
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:
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:
A drive through the country side, hopes to explore history, pretty views, the realization of Saturday closures.
3. That ‘Night on The Town’:
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:
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.
Until next time,