August 25th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Waiting to get my nails done the morning after consuming a near bottle of wine.
Finding Extra-Ordinary In My Life
I missed it! I missed the Vancouver Fringe Festival! But all is not lost: I’ll be able to attend next year (!!) and the last Pick of the Fringe is playing today. For $10, Emile and I could take in The PostSecret Event in Granville Island.
The day started out pretty overcast and dull, but by the time we made it down to Granville Island, the sun was peeking out and the tourists bumped their way through the market.
PostSecret fans are generally like Apple cult members. A sighting of the founder – Frank – results in smiles, pointing, giggling and tweeting. Although I much appreciate the PostSecret project, I don’t know that I fit into the category of fanatic. I check the Sunday Secrets out often, rarely read the forums, and never post in them. But I like the concept, I like the outlet.
They had an interactive application running while we waited for the show to begin. If you tweeted using #psvancouver, then it displayed the tweets. Some were from audience members, some were from people who wished they could be there. Really neat way to pass the time until the show began.
I love fringe performances because it is alright if they aren’t great, and it is such a bonus when they move you. The PostSecret performance touched us both – there were a lot of people shedding secrets and somehow it makes me feel more connected to those around me. We’ve all got those things we don’t say out loud – but until someone does communicate something from their inner being – we forget that we are so much alike.
We immediately returned home, changed and made our way to pick up my grandpa who was treating us to dinner at Horizons on Burnaby mountain. The sun hung in the sky and we had panoramic views of the city. We enjoyed our meals as the sun dipped below the horizon. Grandpa reached out while gesturing during a story.
The red wine sat between us.
September 23rd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: With red wine dripping down me and the table, I knew that this was a GOOD day. Starting with installing my grandma’s new light, wandering like locals through the tourists at Granville Island, and pleasure in my dinner company and thankfully purple dress.
Alcohol is poison. It takes a large dose to kill us but nonetheless it is poisonous. It slows your reactions, impairs our judgement, affects our metabolism and pushes our liver to process out the toxins. But yet, we wrap it up in fancy bottles and talk about strawberry undertones and food pairings.
The detrimental effects of processing alcohol on my body was obvious than when I ran Saturday morning. (see how committed we are?) After consuming about 10 ozs of wine on Friday with delicious food pairings, I ate a healthy, low-calorie healthy dinner and went to bed at a reasonable time. We drove to an area of vineyards near Emile’s parent’s house (read: nice and flat) and started out. The flatness of the area had that dessert oasis effect where things seem much closer than they are. I ran and I ran and I ran and when I finally made it to my goal – a cross street – I checked my GPS and found I had run . . . . . 7/10 kms. Huh? This is not possible! And the worse part? The car was now .7 kms away.
I managed to sprint, stumble, and drag myself 3.3 kms, but it wasn’t gazelle-like nor inspiring. Emile, of course, dug deep and managed to get in 5.0 kms. I walked another 1 km and collapsed by the car.
This is how I know alcohol is poison. Because it couldn’t be my will that is weak.
May 12th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Visiting 18 Niagara-on-the-Lake wineries today despite the first-hand knowledge of the impacts of alcohol on my body. Food, wine, summer weather, and good company. Who cares what tomorrow brings?
Maintenance May Day 12:
A day with Emile’s parents – a nice break for two extremely hard-working people (Family)
Baked a vegan chocolate cake that the who family could eat (vegan due to allergies) for my sister-in-law’s birthday on Sunday. (Body/Connection)
Did not steal extra Bergamont Cupcakes at the final winery of the day despite an overwhelming desire of the delicious orange frosting and moist interior despite the host’s back being turned. (Soul)
We have been in Niagara since Thursday evening and we have not had a single glass of wine.
April 28th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: A dry weekend in Canada’s Wine Country. I think we may be asked to leave.