I broke the weather.
After posting my piece on Monday about how us West Coasters were living in perpetual summer, literally overnight we went from this:
So to all my fellow BCers – I apologize profusely.
I never meant to bring on the Exorcist fog.
In a bid to win back your hearts, I dedicate this Friday’s Fry-up to you all.
Here we go!
Just a walking down the street.
Yesterday the world let me that I was looking pretty good.
Now you may ask yourself, well, how do I know this?
I will, of course, spill all my secrets, but first: you must acknowledge that you definitely read that last sentence in the voice of David Byrne.
(And remember: this is not your beautiful house.)
Second, I know that I looked good because other than having spent the majority of my work day making kissy-duck faces in my compact mirror (spoiler: that didn’t actually happen), I counted a few dudes giving me the old how-do-ya-do as I walked the length of the downtown core on my lunch break.
(For those of you not familiar with my antiquated euphemism, I mean they checked me out.)
Okay first off – I don’t normally notice these things. And if I do, I either get really angry because the level of douche accompanying the check-out is off the charts, or get all shirty and do really stupid things like winding myself on parking meters.
I should also stress that when I first started to notice this happening, I initially just assumed I had food all over my face because a.) I often have food all over my face and b.) I’m not just that conceited okay?
However, as it kept happening even after I completed my secret, ultra-inconspicuous “face wipe” (my ace in the hole for successful social outings and for Keeping the Passion Alive™) I started to kind of dig it.
I stopped thinking about Justin Trudeau’s twenty-six page photo spread in Maclean’s magazine, how foggy it was when I woke up this morning, national security threats in the form of Chinese telecoms, Russian spies in the Canadian navy, if I was going to eat asparagus ravioli or cheese on toast for dinner, and just how much I hate it how my other winter coat is just a tiny bit longer than many of my dresses, so when I wear it, it looks as though I’m not wearing anything at all on my bottom half.
I allowed my mouth to form the faintest of smirks.
I slowed my gait ever so slightly, switching gears from “charging bull” to “lolloping giraffe.”
I even managed to steer clear of all manner of dangerous sidewalk detritus, such as parking meters (more commonly known as my diaphragm’s nemesis) and MEN AT WORK signs.
After all, it’s my klutzy nature that is one of the many reasons I don’t normally pay attention to how the surrounding populace reacts to me as I charge about town.
Also, I’m normally too busy checking out all the other weirdos and what’s going on in their lives. I just waiting for the day that I come across someone with braided nose hair and a roving eyebrow.
(I figure I’m about two levels short of achieving this goal.)
But hey, some days are the exception to the rule right?
And some days, well, you just look exceptional.
I find you a-MUSE-ing.
When I say that I currently cannot stop listening to Muse’s 2nd law album, I actually mean to say that I cannot stop listening to this song on repeat:
IT’S SO GOOD GUYS.
If I was fifteen years old, I would listen to this some on loop while visualizing what it would be like to make out with Christian Bale, fretting over whether or not post-braces I would be attractive enough to get a boyfriend.
Then I would lip-synch the absolute crap out of it.
As a twenty-seven year old, I can honestly say the process isn’t that much different.
Just kidding! Christian Bale is SO twelve years ago.
Although, I am concerned about just how love I love this song:
I was out driving the other night and it came on the radio, and I was all “TURN IT UP AND CHAIR DAAAAAANCE!!”
When I came home and youtubed the lyrics my jaw nearly hit the floor.
You see, I’ve been trying to keep my life one hundred per cent Justin Bieber-free and to have his girlfriend just waltz her way into my unassuming heart was a bit of a shock to my system.
But then, what could I possible do except let loose a resounding MEH?
I mean, the main lyrics to this tune are: I love you like a love song baby.
That stuff is my kryptonite. It’s impossible for me not to love it (like a love song.) And as I’ve said before: I will never stop loving cheesy and heck pop.
Must. Stop. Saying. Love.
Spreading the word.
Today is my first talk with the United Way Speakers Bureau, a campaign that runs until the end of December. I will be out spreading the good word about Big Sisters and the importance of mentorship in the lives of young women.
This is a cause that is very near and dear to my heart and I am stoked to be out there sparking interest in this truly phenomenal program and organization.
If you have ever given thought to volunteering as a Big or just want more information, please let me know and I would be happy to chat with you more about my experience.
You will change lives.
It will change yours.
Happy weekend you beauty cats! I can’t wait to hear what you all get up to.