In three days’ time it will be 2014.
How did that happen?
All’s I got to say is: WHERE ARE THE FLYING CARS YO.
(Am I right, or what?)
If my life isn’t like an episode of The Jetsons in the next year or two, I am going to be very, very disappointed.
Also I cannot really believe that it’s been fourteen years since we rang in the millennium and everyone ripped their heads clean of hair, worrying about whether or not they had enough canned food and water to outlast the Y2K apocalypse.
(Remember the insane fear mongering that just ran rampant on every news channel leading up to the ball drop that year? PLANES WERE GOING TO JUST BE FALLING OUT OF THE SKY AND ALL THE COMPUTERS WERE GOING TO BLOW UP BECAUSE NO ONE KNEW WHERE TO PUT THE EXTRA ZERO!)
Actually, I remember that New Years as if it was just yesterday.
What I wore: a delicate, pink slip of a dress, that cinched at my waist and fell just below my knees.
Who I celebrated with: My then best-friend Mira who was – and still is – an amazing violinist, my little sister, and her best friend Emily.
Where we were: The Hard Rock Café Vancouver’s all ages party. (We were fourteen and twelve years old, respectively.)
What we did: Ate dinner, drank fake-champagne, and danced will all the other kiddos who were too grown-up (in their minds) to spend another December 31st with their parents, but too young to actually party like those grown-ups with whom they refused to, well, party.
Mira and I bussed back to her parent’s house around 1am, and as we crammed in with many other revelers I remember thinking “THIS is what it feels like to be an adult!”
And heck, if taking public transit with a bunch of intoxicated weirdos a grown-up makes, that I definitely have achieved this title ten-fold over the years.
Achieved this in SPADES.
As we teeter on the cusp of 2014, let’s look back on the year that was blogger-style:
2013 – An Overview
In January Marc and I flew back from Halifax after spending nine days there over the Christmas and New Year holidays.
I wrote about a light hearted piece about my weird relationship with body hair and it became one of my most popular and stumbled upon blog posts.
In February I performed at the Vancouver Comedy Festival, turned twenty-eight, and that mad man to whom I have pledged my troth and I entered the Amazing Race.
In April this happened, and I won $500 in a comedy competition. Writing about Ray Bradbury saw my second foray into the world of Freshly Pressed, which was super awesome and totally unexpected. I came seventh in the Sunshine Coast Half-Marathon and talked about all the ways in which I have grown-up on the outside, but not on the inside.
May meant talking about all of the things that scare me (irrational and not) and writing some fiction about my days as a love-struck eighteen year old. We also covered politics, and all of the things I like to do by myself.
In June I quit my old job, and procured a new one (alias Dream Job). I ran the Scotiabank half-marathon and raised $1,135 for Big Sisters, celebrated five years of marriage to my one true love, and flew away to New York for my big sister’s wedding.
August came and went in the blink of an eye. I hardly had time to write a blog post or three what with the two weddings I was in (bridesmaid x2 and MC x2), the other weddings I attended, the insanity of a new job, and doing all of the comedy (upwards of five shows per week!)
It was enough just trying to keep my head on straight.
October = BEST HALOWEEN OF LIFE.
We also visited the place we got married one last time before the gardens closed forever.
Oh, and I made this.
December has brought so many things I haven’t even had the chance to write about, but I think this sums it up pretty darn well.
And to top it off, two photos that never stop making me smile and laugh:
A million thank yous for sticking with me friends.
I so very much look forward to another year of blogging – you inspire me, make me laugh, and leave the best comments a gal could ask for.
Happiest of New Year’s to you all!