Easter weekend Jeff and I visited the island for a half family, half chill-out weekend. On the Sunday we checked into an amazing little carriage house I found through airbnb (have I mentioned how much I love that site?).
This place was perfect. It was just behind the parliament buildings and only about a 10 minute walk from downtown. We ended up spending more time in our little mini-house than I expected. It was so cozy and cute with it’s own little kitchen, and a mini staircase up to our loft bedroom with queen sized bed. It even had a little gas fireplace on the main floor.
When we did manage to tear ourselves from our hide-away, we pretty much just meandered around town. Day one we had a late lunch/early dinner at Cafe Mexico. I loved the atmosphere here, the food was decent, service was friendly – although a little forgetful. Maybe our server was new. It didn’t really matter after our double margaritas.
Day two it was a little overcast and we decided to check out Miniature World. A full on tacky tourist choice. We were entertained. I think the admission is a bit steep, but it didn’t seem to keep people away. I have a vague memory of a miniature world I visited with my family when we were in either Holland or Germany. That one was definitely more impressive than this one – more of a fully conceptualized outdoor setup. This one had different displays, put together by various individuals at different times, and with different models. Best part of this miniature world, in my opinion, was the train from Vancouver to Toronto that faded to ‘nighttime’ for 30 seconds at a time.
For lunch on Day 2, the sun had started to come out, so we chose to eat on the heated patio of 10 Acres. A downtown restaurant that sources mostly from their local farm. I felt like we were in a Portlandia episode.
Night two we visited a good friend, ordered in pizza and hung out. We left the next morning, late, and took our time to get to the 1pm ferry. The sun came out for us and we were able to enjoy an hour on the waterfront in Sydney.
All in all it wasn’t the most adventurous of weekends, but it was exactly how we wanted to spend our time. Chill and easy.
This weekend Jeff and I stayed a couple nights at the Executive Suites in Squamish for the sake of getting out of our apartment and avoiding the temptation to work, clean and/or watch way too much Netflix. We were mostly successful…. well… partially successful.
Sunday we slept in, lazily made our way up to Whistler with the thought of ice skating and/or cross country skiing. Both of us were uninterested in having an itinerary filled weekend, so taking it an hour at a time seemed to work. We stopped into La Brasserie for lunch (super cozy and kitchy), then, thanks to a very helpful Info booth woman, were directed toward Green Lake for some pristine oh-so-Canadian ice skating.
Green Lake was the highlight of our non-action packed weekend. We put on our snow pants and bad-ass ice skates we got for Christmas, and enjoyed the perfectly clear lake, sunshine and mountains. This experience actually topped skating at Idabel Lake (in the Okanagan) which is always a highlight to my winter. I don’t know if I can handle skating on an indoor rink ever again.
This weekend I took the hour long transit trek out to Richmond to visit my sister, brother-in-law, nephew and mom for a low-key BBQ and sleepover. Sometimes it’s nice to go to a home. Like a family house type home – with a yard and an upstairs and a downstairs. We had steak, we had Dairy Queen Blizzard ice cream cake (amaze-balls), we drank wine (some Burrowing Owl and Quails Gate), we had good talks, I got to play with my nephew in the morning. All in all – a great, low-key family evening. Nothing spectacular or exciting, but 100% satisfying. I just wish it didn’t take so long to get there via transit!!
More and more I feel I may need to sign up for CarToGo…
Last Friday, as my last-years birthday gift, I went on a double date with my sister, brother-in-law and BF to see a MUCH anticipated screening of ‘Before Midnight’ at 5th Avenue Cinemas. Did I mention that I’m a HUGE fan of this now-trilogy by Richard Linklater, Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke? HUGE.
As I’m writing this, I’m actually wishing I was watching a marathon of the three movies back-to-back. The characters are so real and so relatable. Not to mention the real-time documentation of their lives makes it feel like Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy are actually Jessie and Celeste in real life. I almost don’t know who I relate to more – Jessie is the writer, and Celeste is a passionate feminist and an environmental and human rights activist. Jessie is the romantic. Celeste is dramatic. I love them so much and want things to work out for them so badly because their struggles mirror my own… or should I say mine mirror theirs – seeing as they are nearly a decade ahead of me in age and life experience.
I won’t spoil the film and tell you any kind of detail, because if you are as big of a fan as I am, you won’t want to know a thing – if you haven’t yet had the chance to see it. I will, however, say that the combined presence of brilliant dialogue, in-depth character development and beautiful-yet-understated locations and cinematography make these films nearly flawless – in my humble opinion.
I hope to one day reach this kind of quality with my own work. Having just launched an indiegogo campaign for my very first feature length film, I know I am years away from this -but I have my eye on the prize.
For my first blog entry, I thought I’d share a timed writing from when I was hanging out in Williamsburg, Brooklyn with my good friend Nat. Now, I don’t generally just hang around in Williamsburg – it’s a little bit out of my way, being from Vancouver and all. But this was part of a spontaneous trip I took over Easter weekend this year. I think I was rebelling from my new 9-5 day job, never having had a 9-5 day job before that’s lasted for more than a 6 week period. I figured – what the hell is the point in having a boring day job if you can’t take spontaneous trips to NYC with your best friend – using the money from your boring day job? I just have to clarify that the job isn’t that boring. But it definitely isn’t my dream.
While in Brooklyn, we found a great cafe for writing – the perfect cafe, really – on the perfect corner in the perfect neighborhood. I realize I likely had my rose coloured adventure glasses on – but nonetheless. I’ll share more about our NYC adventure in a separate post – for now I’d like to share this writing, which I think is appropriate considering the title of this blog. And perhaps it is me making fun of myself more than any of you other ‘checker-inners’. Here it is.
Opening up Google maps to find my location. it’s important. Where is my location. And where is the location I am going to. And what locations are around that location. Always knowing exactly where you are going and how to get there. And then checking-in. Letting everyone else know your location. So that they know you are somewhere. So that they know you actually exist, for one, and also, that you have your shit together enough to actually go somewhere. Then, if you are really living your life – you have someone who is also at that location with you. and everyone knows it. You must be having such a great cool awesome time. Being “out” and all. at a location. with another person. Wow. Living. Seize the motherfucking day bitches. And log that shit into Facebook. Because if you don’t – no one else will know how awesome your location filled life is.