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Traveling with Luggage. Part 1.

Posted on April 8, 2017

It’s not surprise to anyone, I love to travel. I love getting on a plane, take off, landing and getting off a plane, ready for adventure.

Probably my least favorite part of traveling is the luggage. Also, running through any airport.

Two weeks ago, I went to one of my favorite places in the world.

Ireland.

I left Vancouver, Canada, on March 24^that 9am and landed in Dublin Ireland on March 25^th at 5am. With an hour and a half layover in New Jersey.

My Layover in Jersey was an adventure inside of itself. I had only an hour and half to get from one gate to the next, and a security check point between them. I spent 80% of that time waiting in security and 20% of that time running through the airport. I was the second to last person allowed on the plane.

When I landed in Dublin at 4:55am Saturday morning, I was super tired and ready for coffee.

But first LUGGAGE!

I waited for the travel gods to release my luggage from the pits of the plane on to one luggage carousel.

I watched bags come out, over and down the ramp and waited.

And waited.

Waited some more.

And waited.

May the luggage gods be swift in spitting out mine!

I noticed that the sign on top of the carousel said that the last bags have been unloaded. I then sought out an airport employee to figure out where one needs to go for inquiries about ones luggage.

And so lined up behind about 4 people and waited some more.

Once I had got to the counter, I had to fill out some paperwork.

What is the date?
What does your luggage look like?
How many wheels does it have?
What color is it?
Is it hard or soft?
Does it have a luggage tag?
Where are you staying?
What is your permanent address?
What is the best way to contact you well you are traveling?

Cue filling out the paperwork and using wifi to text the boyfriend to get his parents address and a phone number so airline could contact me with luggage.

Then it happened!
We had made a great discovery!

My luggage wasn’t lost at all!

Just on another adventure.
In another airport without me.
In a different country.

Apparently my luggage had made it off the plane in New Jersey, but somehow managed to make it back on to that same plane I had just gotten off of, and that plane went to London England.

My luggage was in London.

I was in Dublin.

This is why you have a carry on folks! FOR THIS REASON!

Good news/Bad news.

Good news, it should be on the flight at 1pm later that day. But I should call later just in case.
Bad news, I only had one day’s change of clothes.
Good news, they would send it out to me in Waterford where I was staying, via courier. (Hopefully later that day)

By the time I actually got to leave the airport it was now about 5:50am in the morning.

Fast forward to later that day. Once we arrived in Waterford I called the airline to enquirer about my luggage and its location. However, the woman I spoke to on the phone had no idea where said luggage was. My luggage was now on another adventure. She told me to call back in the morning.

The phone rang Sunday morning and it was the airline. Anto’s mom took the call and explained to him that the luggage in question would be at the house around noon. However, with it being my birthday and Mother’s day, we would not be home when they arrived to drop it off. So she arranged for them to drop it off at the restaurant.

I remember being told that I would need ID when they dropped off the luggage and I would have to sign for it.

I remember signing for my luggage and the guy asking for no ID whats so ever, and being very excited. But better yet, Antos mom also saw the guy leaving and giving him a heart attack asking where the luggage was because she was the one in contact with him the entire day.

Even though I didn’t get to wear my birthday outfit, I got the gift of being reunited with my luggage.

Finally reunited with my luggage!

Now this was just beginning of my travels. Wait until I post part 2 of traveling with luggage coming home!

Baking

Posted on February 14, 2017

The definition of Definition of bake

Baked; Baking

1 : to cook (as food) by dry heat especially in an oven
2 : to dry or harden by subjecting to heat

My definition of baking:

Stress relief.
Relaxation.
Creation a tasty things.

I use to bake all the time growing up, but in recent years it was just easier to buy my bread, baked goods and treats from a store.

When I was younger I would bake Peanut Butter cookies for my dad and the guys at his work. I use to remember the recipe from heart. I would come home from school, do homework and then bake cookies. I remember one time I messed up the salt and sugar. I got a call from my dad from work asking what was up with the cookies. Needless to say the cookies ended up a bit salty. Even our dog wouldn’t eat them, he just knew.

During my teens, I would bring cupcakes to game nights with friends.

I use to bring cupcakes and cookies into work randomly throughout the year. Now, I usually only bake Ginger crinkle cookies around Christmas.

Although for the past month, I’ve been getting back into the swing of things. I’ve made buns, cupcakes, cinnamon buns and bread.

I’ve missed it. I really have.

I use baking to get my frustrations and my stress out. If I was sad or upset with something I would make cupcakes and then get lost in the decorating. I’m not sure why I stopped.

My house use to smell like a house. Now when you walk into my house now, it smells like a home. A home of sweet treats and baked goods.

Driving Life

Better late, then never.

Posted on January 20, 2017

After about 10 years, I have finally renewed my Learners license!

Best part is that it only took me 2 ½ MONTHS to get the yellow temporary piece of paper, well they send the real one in the mail!

On November 7th, I had the day off from work and figured “What the heck, let’s go re-new my learners”. So I set out for the closest ICBC licensing office. I waited in line, got a number, sat down and waited for my call number. When my number was called I talked to a lovely lady, I told her I was here to renew my much expired Learners.

Fact: It was 10 years old.

In order to pass, I had to take the knowledge test by answering at least 40 questions right, and do an eye exam.

I passed the knowledge test!

However, I did not pass the “Eye Exam”.

I’m sure you are wondering how I failed this eye exam. Well, first off, I wouldn’t call it an eye exam. After going to the optometrist for the better part of 23 years, I know what an eye exam is. That ICBC eye exam is not an eye exam.

Anyway, I’m sure the reason I failed this “Eye exam” is because of my glasses. Apparently you can do your eye exam with and without glasses. The person behind the counter asked me to do this eye exam with my glasses on. I did because I didn’t know you had the option to do it without. Although, due to my prescription, any close up, in my face flashing lights will throw me off. Guess what was part of this “Eye exam”? You guessed it, flashing lights. So I passed the written and failed the eye exam.

But fear not!

I could take a form (Evaluation of Visual Functions (EVF)), to my optometrist to fill out, and return it later that day or up to 30 days later. Too bad the optometrist that I have been seeing for the last 15 years was located in Kamloops.

In fact, I was located in a giant mall. The hunt for an optometrist who took walk ins was on!

I located one and got an appointment for 3hours later. Did I mention I was in a mall? Once my appointment was underway, I had a lovely man tell me that I have a lot of prism in my glasses. He also told me that I was his 4^th EVF of the day and that this amount of prism would throw off any test that I took well wearing glasses. Thank you random mall optometrist for taking $91.00 and telling me information that I already knew. FILL OUT THE PAPER WORK! What should have been a 30min appointment was now taking an hour. When he did fill out my paperwork he made some mistakes and corrected them, signed it and sent me on my way.

Back the ICBC office to hand in this now dodgy looking EVF.

The only bright side to that day was the lady who was originally helping me, let me jump the line to hand in the paper work. “I’ll be right back I just have to get my supervisor to look this over”.

That’s when I learned this lovely little fact:
It needs to be sent into RoadSafeBC (RSBC) via FAX
Also, I would need to call them in one to two weeks to find out the next steps.

ONE WEEK LATER:

I called RSBC about the status of my EVF. Turns out they were processing everything from that day and to “Call back on Friday”.

Another ONE WEEK LATER:

I called RSBC about the status of my EVF. Turns out they have no paper work or record of me calling last week and that I should go back into the ICBC office I was dealing with and get them to resend it.

ANOTHER ONE WEEK LATER:

I have the morning off from work and head back to the ICBC office. I got in line, got a number, and waited for my number to be called.
Once my number was called I explained EVERYTHING thus far to the man behind the counter.
He then called RSBC and asked what the status was. The conversation went something like this:

ICBC: “I have a client in front of me; we would like to know the status of her EVF to renew her Learners.
RSBC: “We have no records on our end of any FAX or paper work, did you send in the paperwork?”
ICBC: “We faxed and mailed you the original copy. We have nothing here; we sent it to you two weeks ago. All I have here is the client’s photocopied copy of her EVF”.
RSBC: “We need the original copy”.
ICBC: “Yes I understand that, but we sent you those by fax and e-mail two weeks ago. I’m going to fax over the photocopy copy and I’m going to stay on the line until you get it”.
The guy then told me to call them in a week to see what the status of my EVF was.

ANOTHER WEEK LATER:

I called RSBC about the status of my EVF and that call went like this:

Me: “Hi, I’m wondering about the status of my EVF?”
RSBC: “Yes, we have received it.”
Me: “Awesome, so what is the next step for me?”
RSBC: “Well the EVF is in line for review so until it’s up for review, it’s a waiting game.”
Me: “Ok, may I ask how long that may take?”
RSBC: “Well we are currently reviewing EVFs from June.”
Me: “So you are telling me that I won’t find out until the new year if I can renew my LEARNERS LICENSE?”
RSBC: “yes”
Me: “OKAYBYE”.

At this point I was beyond frustrated and super annoyed with this whole processes. I had pretty much given up on renewing my license and taking transit until I died.

ANOTHER TWO WEEKS LATER:

I got a letter in the mail!

START THE COFFEE, CUE THE MUSIC, START THE PARADE!

The letter stated that I need glasses to drive! All I had to do was take this letter into the ICBC office with two pieces of ID and I’m ready to go. The only part about this that sucked was that it was now prime Christmas Shopping holidays at the mall and I figured I would wait it out. I hate the mall during the Christmas season.

TWO AND A HALF MONTHS IN

January 19^th, I finally renewed my learners license

after waiting at the ICBC licensing office for an hour and a half. The short of the already really long. Someone somewhere didn’t put all of my info into the box and they had to print 5 different temporary drivers’ licenses for me.

Plus side: I got to practice what my signature would look like on my ID!

Moral of the story:
Don’t let your license expire.

Life

Whimsical BUT Stable

Posted on September 21, 2016

Dear Mr. Smith,

Someone once described me as whimsical but stable. I’ll be honest with you Mr. Smith; I’m not really sure why these words upset me so much. But, they did.

Maybe it’s because I thought that this is how people would always describe me? Turns out I was wrong. I asked a few people who actually knew me to describe me in two words. This was the list I ended up with:

Dynamic, Creative, Happy, Stubborn, Sassy, Energetic, Enthusiastic, Helpful,
Friendly, Approachable, Fiery, Lovable, Stubborn, Upfront, Shiny, Bubbly, Outgoing,
Bright, Witty, Warm, Dreamer, Fierce.

The one that made me laugh was Hashtag Queen. If you follow me on Instagram you know why.

Oh by the way, the person who described me as whimsical but stable was you Mr. Smith. I mean in all fairness, you where comparing me to all your ex-girlfriends (great way to make a girl feel special by the way!) so that didn’t help matters. Maybe it did because according to you “I wasn’t crazy but stable”

NEWS FLASH:
Apparently having a head on my shoulders, a budget, life goals,
dreams and hopes for my future meant that I was stable!

WHO KNEW?!

However, you did call me Whimsical. Actually, your exact words where “You’re not crazy, but stable. I mean you’re whimsical as well as stable. I would describe you as whimsical but stable”.

Now I do realize that I have a serious case of wanderlust and the need to travel. However, one would use the word AND not BUT when describing someone.

Writing this has actually helped. I’m realizing now it’s not the words Whimsical or stable that I have an issue with. It’s the fact you used the word BUT. Like one is worse than the other. Well, I wouldn’t use these words to describe myself; I will add them to the list of how people describe me.

Perhaps the next time you try to romance a girl, don’t compare her to your non-stable ex-girlfriends and don’t use the word but. Here is a list of words that could be used instead of but, depending on how you need to use them:

Yet
Although
Nevertheless
Still
Though
However

Looking back I never did get a chance to describe you in two words. But I would like to do so now.

Dedicated and Mystified.

Now, let me explain. You’re dedicated to those you hold dear and the job you love. You seem to know what you want in life, but don’t actually want that. Although you do a great job of confusing the shit out of girl. Or you DO know exactly what you want but don’t want to let anyone in to see the real you, to let them in and let yourself get hurt.

Yet here I am, wishing you all the best in life’s adventures Mr. Smith. Why? Well because I think you’re a great guy who just needs to figure his shit out before he can let anyone in.

So, in the end I guess I would describe myself as Whimsical AND Stable.

Funny how life works itself out.

XoXo,
All the best.

Dating

Tinder Dates: Part Four.

Posted on August 3, 2016

If you know me you know I’ve gone on some horrible dates.

So naturally I signed up for Tinder. You know, keep the bad dates going and content for the blog.
You can find part one here, part two here, and part three here.

However, some people surprise you and you end up on a fantastic date. Let’s face it, it was bound to happen. They can’t all be bad dates.

My go date activity is a walking coffee. (Get coffee, walk around)

Two reasons: one I have a serious coffee addiction and two, I like walking around and exploring.

I feel like I need to give you all a bit of back story about this date.

I came across Allan* on tinder and it was his picture that had me go “Holy hell he’s cute, I’m swiping right!” I immediately thought to myself, I should have probably read the words in his profile before swiping right. But lo and behold, it was a match!

*Names have been changed because privacy.

Now you are probably wondering what did this profile picture look like? Well, it was a very adorable picture of Allan and his dog. His dog is super cute, so I may have swiped right for the dog, stayed for the human.

Allan and I got to chatting over Tinder and I realized that he’s a genuine nice guy, so I wanted to meet him. He works in the film Industry so trying to nail down a date with him was a bit hard because his hours and my hours didn’t match up. We agreed that later that afternoon was best and we should do a walking coffee.

Allan and I met up at Starbucks for coffee. The first thing I did upon meeting him was pet the dog. I was very excited about the dog because he’s super adorable. If you look into my Instagram you will find the picture of said adorable dog.

Allan, adorable dog and I ended up walking around a pond near my house. It might be that I’ve been on so many bad dates that when someone asks a question about me and the things I’m interested in, I’m over the moon. I’m not asking all the questions and pulling teeth to get the conversation going.

So with that said we ended up talking for about four hours. Without realizing that four hours had passed.

We had realized it was getting late when we watched the sunset threw the trees and the street lights coming on.

When I say my life is like a movie, it’s true because sometimes romantic things actually happen. Let me set the scene.

Sun setting
Scooting closer to each other
Sneaking your arm around the other
Stealing a kiss under the stars
All the while a dog tries to figure out what’s rustling around in the bushes behind you.

I may have romanticized it a bit, but I’m a sucker for sunsets and smooches.

Bonus if they happen at the same time.

We may have proceeded to smooch for a little while longer, and then realized the hour.

My favorite part was not the kiss at sunset but the fact that Allan wanted to walk me home to make sure I got home safe. OK so, maybe from sunset on was my favorite part of the date.

I remember standing at my front gate and saying “I had a great time tonight and I would like to see you again, I’ll message you my number and we will plan for a movie or something”. It’s pretty obvious that Allan got my number, I got a second date and the adorable dog got to go on a few more walks with two humans.

I also happened to end up with to mosquito bites on my feet. So for the next five days, when my feet would itch, I would think of smooches under the stars.

I have one more Tinder date to tell, remember Esteban? Stay tuned for that blog post.

All the best!

Dating

Tinder Dates: Part Three.

Posted on July 20, 2016

If you know me you know I’ve gone on some horrible dates.

So naturally I signed up for Tinder. You know, keep the bad dates going and content for the blog. You can find part one here and part two here.

Everyone goes on a really great dates, and everyone goes on really bad dates. Although, it seems that I go on a lot of really bad dates more often than really great dates. So I’m here to tell you about my worst Tinder Date and my favorite Tinder date.

My worst Tinder Date.
Is it bad I can’t even remember this guy’s name? For story telling purposes I will call him Alex.

Alex and I had agreed to meet downtown next to the famous Olympic torch after I was off work. I remember walking up to the agreed meeting spot and seeing a very handsome man standing there looking at his watch, looking around and then back at his watch. I remember thinking to myself “Wow, this guy looks better in person!” As I got closer we did that thing where you both look at each other like *are you the one I’m meeting here?* look. Sadly this man wasn’t Alex, but some other guy waiting for his date to show up.

Although, the guy seated about 30 ft away, wearing dirty sweats and an oversized hoodie, was indeed, Alex.
I walked over and said “Hey, are you by Alex by any chance?” We had our introduction and he apologized for not dressing up for this date because clearly I had, as he just came from work.
Please note we are less than five minutes into this “date” and I was just wearing a skirt, leggings and a sweater and I just came from work as well.

This is the moment I should have walked away. I didn’t.

I asked him if he wanted to grab coffee and walk around like we had originally agreed on. Alex responded with “Well I just spent a shit load on parking down here so why don’t we go drive over to Stanley park and walk around their”.
I told him I don’t get into cars with strangers. You know, because safety.

This is the moment I should have walked away. I didn’t.

He told him that he promised to keep his hands to himself on the way over, he was more than willing to let me take a picture of his driver’s license and text it to anyone I knew well. Needless to say, I took a photo of his drivers license and texted it to a friend. I went against everything my mom taught me as a kid and I got into a car with a stranger.

On the way over Alex told me he worked as a mechanic, he owned 4 vehicles and lived in a sweet pad by himself.
Once we arrived at Stanley Park, he was irritated that he had to pay for parking. You see Alex just spent his last 100$ at Costco on wholesale goods and paying the 3.25$ for parking was just “Fucking bullshit”.

Then the following conversation went down:
Me: “I have 3.25$, so this means you get me for an hour”
Alex: “Well who says I’m going to want you after an hour?”

This was the moment I should have walked away, I didn’t.

We began walking and I asked him all kinds of questions about himself. Hobbies, favorite movies, does he have any family in the area? This guy never directly asked me any questions. I would always ask him a question and tack on my answer to my question at the end.

During this walk I found out:
He lives in a sweet pad.
He hates his ex girlfriend with a passion.
He likes to take TV’s apart, fix them, put them back together and sell them.
He took off his shirt and I got to see all his scars from various moments in his life.

These where moments I should have walked away, I didn’t.

During this walk, me asking questions and Alex talking about himself, I began to realize something. He had mentioned he lost his license in the past and the light bulb went off for me. So I asked him, “So, you mentioned you lost your license at one point, like did you lose your wallet with the license inside?”
I was trying to give him the benefit here.

Turns out this guy had lost his license for a DUI, not once, but THREE TIMES in the last 10 YEARS! Then the guy tries to justify as to why he got them!

These where the exact words I used.
“Look I’m going to be honest with you. The fact that you had not one, but three DUI’s in 10 years tells me you don’t respect anyone around you –He tried to interject at this point– No let me finish, I know people who have lost people to drunk drivers and there is no excuse for it. Also on this entire “Date”, you have never asked me a question about myself, which also tells me you have no interest in getting to know me, so this is where I’m going to leave you.”
Alex replied with “But the DUI’s are in my past, you seriously can’t look past that?”
I told him “Yes, the fact that you have three DUI’s is not something I look past, so this is where I leave you, enjoy the parking”.

That is the moment I walked away.

The icing on the cake was the fact that I got a text from him the next morning. The text read “I felt like the date was going really well until you left me in the park. So I understand if you feel bad about wasting my time but I’m willing to give you a second chance.”

Needless to say, I didn’t text him back.

I know to some people this may not seem like the worst Tinder date, but to me its the worst date I’ve ever been on. With that said, I’ve been on some really great dates so I look forward to telling you about my favorite Tinder Date.

Until next time!

Dating Relationships

Tinder Dates: Part Two

Posted on July 14, 2016

If you know me you know I’ve gone on some horrible dates.

So naturally I signed up for Tinder. You know, keep the bad dates going and content for the blog. You can find part one here.

I was going to start this off by telling you all my worst tinder date and my most adorable. But I have to share these Tinder messages with you all.

First off it should be noted, that I think Tinder is fucking hilarious. Mostly for the some of the messages I have gotten on here. Some made me laugh, some made me cringe and some made me go “WTF?!” So this blog post is going to be entirely out of messages I’ve received from guys.

The first one I like to refer to as “Wall of text guy” for obvious reasons. This guy was also the first ever message I had ever received on this app. (Read left to write, top to bottom)

TinderWallOfTextGuy
Tinder1 Tinder3 But then you get the messages from guys who are just looking for one thing.

THE SEX!

In all honesty I can’t blame them, I mean Tinder was originally created for hooking up.

I like that guys that are forward, however a girl has her limits. I do get a laugh out of these but at the end of the day I’m not that kind of girl.
Tinder2
What I do look for is a guy who knows what he wants, doesn’t hold back and goes for it. Even if what he is looking for is not what I’m looking for.

Why? Well it’s simple really. Just because what you want out of life, isn’t the same as what I want, doesn’t mean I need to disrespect you or put you down.

Like Robert over here –>

What we want is total opposites from each other. We realized it and moved on. Just because you’re a stranger on the internet doesn’t mean I can’t respect what you have to say.

But I can’t leave this blog post without sharing two of my favorite on messages from Tinder with you all. The one on the right is probably my all time favorite. Mostly because I have actually never heard that in my life and it was brilliant. The one on the left is just hilarious and I enjoyed a good laugh out of it. TinderLaughs

Tinder is weird, but then so is dating and my life. So naturally it goes hand in hand.

But I did tell you that I would write about my worst Tinder date and my most adorable.

Until next time!

Dating

Tinder Dates: Part One.

Posted on July 13, 2016

If you know me you know I’ve gone on some horrible dates.

So naturally I signed up for Tinder. You know, keep the bad dates going and content for the blog.

1^st Date:

The first ever Tinder date I went on was with *Esteban. I totally expected this date to be a bad one. Like, awful date, because you know – Tinder.

The first tinder “date” with Esteban, lasted about 6 hours and well I went in expecting it to be an awful date, it turned out to be a great date.

With that said, Esteban deserves to have his own post.

So on to the second date!

2^nd Date.

The second tinder date I went on was with a guy named *Billy. Now, first off the fact that his name was Billy should have been a sure sign that it was going to be at least a bit awkward.
We had agreed to meet up at Starbucks. However, Billy was late and Starbucks was closing. With me on time and the coffee addict I am, I got coffee and waited outside for this guy to show up.
Billy finally shows up and we have an awkward “Hi I’m Bailey, Hi I’m Billy” greeting and I tell him since he was late, Starbucks is now closed.

So we walk into another coffee shop to get him a coffee and wonder about. Inside the coffee shop the following exchange happens.

Billy – Hi, I’ll get a large triple shot iced Americano.
Barista Cool, anything for you lady (referring to me).
Me- *drinking out of a Starbucks cup* Nope, I’m pretty sure I’m all set.

The date with Billy was off to an OK start, although a bit patchy. I asked him what he did for a living and he works in theater lighting. Billy talking about his job was probably the highlight of the date. He clearly enjoys what he does and has a passion for it. But if I’m going to be honest, the date was going pretty well until the topic of politics came up. Turns out he is not a fan of our new PM and then went on about bill C-51.
Over all it was an awkward date. Billy is actually a really cool person . Although not for me, so on to the next.

3^rd date.

The third date I went on was with a guy named *Dave.
I left after less than 15 mins.
This is literally what went down after we met up at a coffee shop and said hello. (Remember I’m a coffee addict and if it’s going to be a bad date, I might as well be caffeinated.

Me : “So do you want to sit down and chat or wander about and chat?”
Dave: “Well we could sit, but I have to ask, has any one told you that you have huge tits?”
-He asks this question as we are standing at the bar with coffee in hand-
Me: “Yes they have and if you could move past that this date will last a little bit longer for you.”
Dave: “But they are just so big! Do you fall over all the time?”

I had to put down my coffee at this point because I proceeded to laugh, laugh some more than laughed until I couldn’t breathe. Then I took my coffee and I left.

Let’s be realistic here, if that was the start of the date, it wasn’t going to get any better than that.

I’ve been on a couple more tinder dates since, one was horrible and the other was actually pretty adorable. So I’ll save those two for part two.

*Names have been changed because privacy is cool.

Transit

The Bus part 3.

Posted on June 13, 2016

If you know me, you know I take the bus to get around the lovely city of Vancouver. Random, weird and strange things happen to me all the time. Today was one of those days where I needed an adult.

I got smelled by a guy.

Not once, but three times and I’m not even sure where to being with this. From the beginning I suppose!

It was a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon and I had spent the early afternoon exploring Italian day on the drive. I knew it would be sunny outside, so of course I had put on sunscreen before leaving the house. I’m a redhead, next to eating and drinking, sunscreen is apart of my life.

Anyway, it was time to head home. I had just gotten off the skytrain and was waiting to cross the street to wait for my bus.
Enter male redhead and the following conversation went down.

Oh my god, can you believe this weather?! Its so sunny and hot out! -Random guy
Yeah its pretty beautiful out! -Me
How do you not have a sunburn? I have a couple of sun burns now and you are just, NOTHING! How do you do it?
Well, sunscreen my friend.
Yeah but doesn’t it have like a bunch of chemicals in it?
Well, I’ll take chemicals over looking like a lobster in an hour or a leather shoe when I’m older.
Ahah your right! But like so many sunscreens have chemicals in them! Do you use coconut oil? I hear its like a SPF 6, but don’t you think you would burn with it on because its like, an oil?
No I use a sunscreen by La Roche Posay and it is about 30$ a bottle.

This is where the guy proceeds to smell me.
THE GUY FULL ON SMELLED ME.
From my wrist up to my bicep.

But you don’t even smell like sunscreen! Like at all.

He then proceeded to smell me TWO MORE TIMES! Saying I don’t smell at all.

He then went on to tell me that when he’s working he drinks a 4L jug of water with those MIO water flavors because “Electrolytes are the shit!”. He also wears a hat at work, “You know the ones that the guys from Aladdin wear, with the thing on the back? Yeah I wear one of those”. He also keeps his beard because he never gets a sunburn on his face. Well except his nose.

This guy then takes off his shirt* and says “I use to wax but I would always get a sunburn, so I’m just natural now”. He then goes off to tell me about his ex-girlfriend who would hug anyone at wreck beach, she got into a lot of drugs and that he hasn’t heard from her in a while. He hates this whole Netflix and Chill because he’s a guy who just wants to watch a movie and snuggle. He loves putting KD cheese powder on the giant bags of popcorn from Superstore and just watching movies.

I’m thinking to myself, “Where is the bus? Oh look the bus! Yes I’m closer to home and away from this guy!”

Clearly this guy was thinking the same thing because he asked if it was alright if he got my number, unless I had a boyfriend.

If you know me, I always say I have a boyfriend when someone asks for my number. So of course I said yes I do, but its new.

He asked if he could still have it, since it was just a new relationship because “You never know what could happen with new relationships”. I politely declined he said that was cool. We fist bumped, he said he was going to walk home to even out his tan and I got on the bus.

All the best!

*He never put back on his shirt.

Life

Passion

Posted on May 15, 2016

Webster’s dictionary defines passion in the following way:

: a strong feeling of enthusiasm or excitement for something or about doing something
: a strong feeling (such as anger) that causes you to act in a dangerous way
: a strong sexual or romantic feeling for someone

Last August I got to see every variation of that definition at Mel and Eric’s wedding.

The day before the wedding was the rehearsal. This was where I experienced the first definition of passion: A strong feeling of enthusiasm or excitement for something or about doing something.
I was going to see two of my very good friends get married! Also, I was going to be a part of that!
The rehearsal was pretty standard. “These tables go here, no you can’t move these tables there, you walk this way, don’t get your heel caught in the deck and fall on your face.” Standard rehearsal rehearsing.

The morning of the wedding I got to do the second definition of Passion. A strong feeling that causes you to act in a dangerous way.

The morning of the wedding, Chelsy dropped me off at Mels hotel, so I could make my hair appointment well Chelsy and Helena dropped some things off at the venue. I then met up with everyone with super fancy hair. The best part about that morning was sitting around a table eating cheese platters, laughing and getting ready together.
What will I remember the most about that morning? Oh probably climbing around on rocks in fancy dresses and heels.

Yes that’s right, climbing over rocks in heels.

If I didn’t love Mel so much, and want to her to have some of the best wedding photos, I would have never done that. But I did it! The pictures turned out wonderful and I would scale rocks in heels again for her.

The evening of wedding I got to see the third definition of Passion, not once but three times. A strong sexual or romantic feeling for someone.

The first time I saw it was when Mel and Eric sealed the deal with a kiss. It was a wonderful moment, not a dry eye in the house and you could just feel the love radiate off of Mel and Eric.
The second time I got to experience it, no words were said, just a sharp intake of breath and then a toast from the father of the bride to the bride and groom. The look Helena gave her husband is the look I hope to give someone someday. The look of love that will last forever.
The third time that evening that I got to witness it was at a photo booth. Donovan kissed Chelsy with such a passion that the aftershock hit me. These two have been together since high school, so around 10 years? I remember feeling instantly sad that the person I wanted to bring couldn’t make it, however that feeling was very short-lived. I was engulfed in such a bear hug from Donovan that I remembered that who needs a date when you have friends like these.

I’m so incredibly happy that I got to be a part of that wedding and I’m also glad I didn’t have a date that evening. If I had a date I’m sure I would have missed some of these moments otherwise.

All the best.

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