2016 will be the year of South America, learning Spanish, the six pack, the backflip, the big ass bank account, the blog. My year.
Last night I had the absolute pleasure of attending Cask Days in Toronto with one of my very best friends. We took the Greyhound to Toronto like the responsible young ladies we are because we were going to get fuucked uuuup. We may or may not have consumed an entire bottle of red wine on the bus and may or may not have been given a “talking to” by the bus driver who suggested we take advantage of the free wifi instead of having conversations about inappropriate things in really loud voice… #flawless.
We hopped in a cab and made our way to Evergreen Brickworks where we waited in line with a zillion other beer fanatics. We streamed the first inning of the Jays game on Cassy’s phone because when in Toronto, right?
We walked in and it was like a hipster brides’ wet dream. The exposed brick, the grafitti, managing to feel warm and cohesive with an epic industrial feel? I’m obsessed. Like was planning my imaginary wedding to my imaginary fiancee obsessed (this is why I’m single). But the organizers of Cask Days abused every inch of the space in the best 50 Shades way possible. From the mason jars we had to sample our beer, to the chalkboards on the kegs, to the carefully selected beautiful crowd (oh wait, maybe they didn’t organize that, maybe beautiful people just appreciate craft beer?).
We drank and drank and drank and watched the Jays implode and ate and giggled and drank some more. We made friends with a couple of girls dancing at the merch table, and high fived the guy battering the fried chicken. BEST fried chicken ever by the way, 100% my favorite food of the evening. We tried espresso and cognac stouts, pumpkin wheat ales, strawberry ipas, and apple sours. We skipped over the cider table because cider is for girls! (or mostly because the line was way too long).
My two critiques for Cask Days are to put lights in/near your porta potties. I had to get out my phone and I was so scared I’d lose it down the disgusting shit hole. Although I almost didn’t want to see the poo dangling from the back of the seat – seriously how does that happen – even though obviously I snapchatted it for it’s vomit-inducing but impressive staying power.
The second is to offer something to drink besides water and beer. Or to give us a little light to dark tasting guide. After a couple of accidental stouts (okay, I love beer but if you’ve got a funny name I’m probably going to drink your beer and forget to look at what kind it is. Shiny object syndrome I guess.) I needed something to lighten up my palate but was possibly a little drunk and the guy next to me suggested a dark ipa. I just felt like there was such a heaviness in all of the beers I drank, and would have loved the option to refresh with something non-alcoholic.
All in all, an absolutely wonderful evening and beautifully executed. If you have time this weekend, head to Cask Days in Toronto and check out the amazing beer, food, and venue!
Seriously guys, money sucks.
Like harder than a vacuum sucks. Like up an American dollar bill kinda sucks. Like the idea of ever being to afford any white stuff besides baking soda (and even the $3 box is a bit out of my price range) is so laughable I might just cry.
I know I got myself into this situation. I decided to further my education, stack up a whole ton of debt, and then I decided to jump on a plane and move across the world. I wish I could turn goon sacks and bikinis into loan payments, but hey, thanks for the memories Australia.
I defaulted on my loans, maxed out a credit card, bought a lemon of a car that sucked up all of my money faster than a frat boy with a box of fancy baking soda. I adopted an Aussie ‘no-worries’ attitude towards my spending and it really isn’t working out for me back in Canada.
These days I’m not living in the lap of luxury. in fact quite the opposite. I’m sharing a room in my shitty little staff accom full of borderline alcoholic twenty-somethings. I work 65 hour work weeks to afford my shitty staff accom and my ‘no-worries’ loan payments and then only have a couple of dollars left to divvy up between putting food on the table, and living the #banfflife.
Most recently, I signed up for a nifty Big 3 Full Week ski pass. At a mere $1500 I know what I’m doing this winter. And it’s probably more like working my ass off to afford to eat. At my other job. Because my real life grown up job is paying for my rent and my ski pass and for my plane tickets to go home and abuse my parents internet. By the way, did I mention I haven’t bought a board/boots/bindings etc.
Soooo yeah, have I mentioned money sucks? Holla atcha girl if you’re looking for a super expensive home cooked meal.
Things started so innocently before you pushed me up against the door to my building. We were locked out, searching for a way to access my less than secure apartment building. It was your last night in town, and probably the last time I’d ever see you again. You smelled like cigarettes and Colgate, and a faint waft of some generic cologne put on when the night was still young and possibilities still felt endless. We ended up in the same spot we always do; you next to me at 5:30 in the morning, stumbling and giggling our way up the stairs to my apartment to inevitably continue poisoning our bodies and elevating our spirits with whatever we could get our hands on.
This time was different. You slipped your hand into mine as I searched for my key. I looked up, startled, and your lips met mine in a frantic, messy, all-consuming kind of way. We broke apart, panting slightly my jaw slack with confusion and satisfaction. “What are you doing?” I whispered, the words replacing your lips. Instead of a reply you silenced my thoughts with your mouth, my desire overtaking my confusion. I could hear your breath catch in your throat as you pressed yourself against me, the lust palpable.
I love festivals. A bunch of people getting together to celebrate.. something. Because it’s the fourth of July, I figured we should talk about some of the greatest (and weirdest) festivals in good ol ‘Murica.
1. Eeyore’s Birthday Party Austin, Texas
2. San Fermin in Nueva Orleans New Orleans, Louisiana
3. Garlic Festival Gilroy, California
4. The Dance Mile Portland, Maine
5. Peirogi Fest Whiting, Indiana
6. Ice Cream Festival Austin, Texas
7. Bagel Festival Monticello, New York
PS, check out this totally awesome and hilarious Buzzfeed post, perfectly appropriate for celebrating the USA
I may have forgotten to mention that July is the best month ever. The weather is hot, ladies in daisy dukes are hotter, fruit is ripe and juicy, and sexy men go shirtless. By the way, it’s my birthday month. #fuckyeah
So even though I’m home in bed sick with mono (boo, you whore) it’s still July, therefore it’s the best month EVER. Which means I’m going to make a super rad checklist for this month of badassery.
If you’re ever hanging out in Banff, send me an email and let’s check some things off my list!
Happy Canada Day friends! As much as I wish I was sitting by the river in Banff drinking beers with some of my favourite people in the whole wide world, I’m stuck at home sick with mono. So instead of enjoying my beautiful day, I’ll celebrate my country by sharing 5 of my favourite spots in the beautiful Banff National Park!
5. Vermillion Lakes
I stumbled across these beautiful vintage photos of Banff National Park and just had to share them. Check out these and more here! xx
Holy moly it’s been an age and a half since I last blogged. Life has been so many shades of wonderful and exciting with a pinch of bat-shit-crazy thrown in there for good measure.
I don’t even know where to start when it comes to the past month living in Banff. I went on a little bit of a wild streak, climbed a couple mountains, met a nice boy (or two), and have been absolutely working my ass off trying to gain respect in the kitchen. I’m barely on the internet these days, especially since my staff internet is garbage, but hanging out at the Frenchman’s house gives me some download time which is nice. It’s funny how little screen time I have these days, every day just seems like an adventure!
I think my favourite part about living in staff accom is always having friends close by. Be it going to the staff caf (Robo) to grab something to eat or a coffee, catching the bus into town, or just cuddling hungover with my girls there’s barely any alone time. It’s hard because sometimes a girl just wants to curl up with Gone Girl and a cup of tea and not gossip about who did what (or who), but for the most part it’s amazing being surrounded by such a loving group of humans.
Work has been crazy and definitely a roller coaster, sometimes I feel like I’m nailing it and other times I feel like every dessert I plate will be my last. Maybe that’s being slightly dramatic but I’ve copped my fair share of tounge lashings in the past month for my fair share of mistakes. Over the years I’ve learned to own up to my mistakes and take responsibility for them, and then never let them happen again. So far that’s working well, but only time will tell.
I joined the library and finally have Alberta Health and an Alberta drivers license, just in time for possibly the worst/most embarrassing cut ever. I was sharpening my knife, spaced out, and quickly came back to Earth when I realized I had a KNIFE IN MY FINGER. After bleeding for what felt like forever *it was a solid 45 minutes* they called security Steve who decided I should go to the hospital. Cheers, Steve… An embarrassing car ride from the concierge, a quick and mostly painless trip to the emergency room, and zero stitches or glue I headed back up to The Rimrock where I was told to take the night off work. Sweet.
So that about sums it up, life in the mountains has been crazy amazing and is only going to get better as the weather gets warmer… and then colder again! Bring on summer!
This week has been an absolute roller coaster to the moon. As you know, I accepted a job at Eden at the Rimrock Hotel. I’ll post a few photos here and there, but this will probably be the last time I talk about my job because I signed a million forms at my orientation saying I would keep my mouth shut about the inner workings of the hotel. I will say that the restaurant is incredible, the view from my room is amazing, one of my roommate is so much fun, and the other I still haven’t met, and I am so ridiculously excited about the months to come. I have to go through staff hallways, take staff elevators, never to be seen which is totally fine with me. I just wish they handed out a map in orientation! This week has been full of new friends, new information, new place to live, new job. I’m just hoping to upgrade to new Becky to take it all in! It’s been so good to be with my two best friends again, and I’ve been making so many new friends! Everyone seems so nice and friendly, I just wish everyone wore their work nametags all the time so I could figure out who anyone was! I’m hopefully going to be a bit less absent this week, I’m settled into my accommodation and I’ve got my schedule set out. Yay routine! I’m so excited about all the possibilities, life is really great. 🙂