Welcome to 2008

So this is 2008. So far it's been pretty good, though I'm in a much better mood today than I was yesterday, most likely due to not being hungover. Yesterday I woke up and took two ibuprofen, bought a toque, said good bye to my cousin who is moving to Tampa for a semester, and hung out with some family a few different times. Today, I had an early morning visit with Matt when I went to get some coffee, cleaned up after the little shin dig I had on New Years, made some food for my lunch for the road, phoned the heating company to ask why our bill is so expensive, and now I'm chilling. Tonight there's a fake Tuesday night dinner at Kirsten's and then perhaps some sledding. Pretty good day. My shin dig was a success even though few people came. It started with Matt, Katie, Annie and I, then Kristen and Jordan came as well as my cousin and her boyfriend for a few minutes. The six of us played Monkey Ball, Matt's favourite Wii game, and then we had a rousing game of drinking jenga. Everyone doubted it at first, but man o man was it fabulous. We had some bevvys and a good ole time. It was a perfect way to ring in the new year. Photos to follow.

Amazing. Simply amazing.

I'll update real things in a minute, but first, I amazed myself today. This morning started out VERY early, and around 6:20 this morning, I was watching Breakfast Television and making tea and oatmeal, when suddenly the microwave stopped working, the kettle stopped boiling, and the TV stopped working. (The tv is in the other room.) So I walked around, wondering if my power had gone out. But some lights were still on. The storage room light, the living room light, and then the tv, microwave and other outlet in the kitchen were out. So OF COURSE, I think "well someone has cut some of my power out so that they can come in and kill me." Since not ALL the power was out, but more than one fuse was, obviously there is a serial killer/rapist outside. I took my flashlight into the storage room to look for the fuse box, on the slim chance that I was not in mortal peril but that a couple of fuses went out, but I couldn't find it. I know I stare at that fuse box (is that even what it's called?) often, but I couldn't place where it was. So I ate my semi warm oatmeal (which was disgusting, by the way), and waited in case the power just miraculously came back on. Then I looked in the storage room again for the box. Then I sat for a while longer, and finally got the nerve to open my back door and check in the hall for the box. (I thought maybe they were out there, but in case the predator was out there I brought my flashlight with me to hit him with.) Well it wasn't out there, so then on a whim I looked int he cupboard above my stove. Well lo and behold there it was. I knew that when I got my cereal in the mornings, a little piece of that fuse box peeked out at me as I put my box back in. So I flipped the one switch was that half way on to "off" and then "on", and voila! my tv turned back on and the microwave started blinking. So my question is how this one fuse controls all those things in all those different places! But I was quite impressed with myself. Tomorrow maybe I'll re-wire a broken lamp.

So lately, I've done lots! I've been to Orlando twice, one time to shop, one time to ride roller coasters, both times with work. Oh yes. I ride roller coasters at work. And buy shoes. It was also Matt's birthday. And we celebrated. A lot. We went to the Drum and Monkey on Saturday night, his actual birthday, and then Sunday, despite the laws of common sense, we headed up to the mountains to snowboard. We had a great time! Here are a few photos of the festivities.
I think that about covers it. Maybe I should mention I'm close to finished my Christmas shopping. HA!

I kind of forgot to blog

I´m not sure why but I totally forgot to blog on this trip.

Thanks for the birthday wishes! I spent it on a bus watching ¨she´s the man¨ and some movie about what to do with the jewish people in the concentration camps during WW2.

The earthquake was crazy. But I am fine.

Peru was really cool. Bolivia is also very cool. I´m in La Paz in a rut because it´s fun here but I think I should do more thank get drunk at Toga parties and walk around the markets. I will do something soon.

I´m loving traveling and could definitely see myself doing it a lot more. I am so tempted to just travel for a long time and work along the way. Not this trip, but sometime. It´s so much fun. Traveling alone is a different experience but it´s cool that I don´t have to make decision based on anyone else´s ideas. The bad side? I stay in La Paz and get drunk instead of seeing things.

I have posted lots of pictures on facebook so if you have it go check them out.

I´m blog when I get home, I promise.

Weekend Update

It's less of an update of the weekend, and more an update that's occurring on the weekend. But I'm still calling it a weekend update.

This week I had all my annual training, which went quite well. I only got one question wrong on my exam, and my evacuation drills went flawlessly and I had no missed criteria or teaching points. The instructors commented that I was surprisingly loud and shouldn't have a problem getting my voice projected above all the mayhem. (Are we surprised, really?) Oh and that I portrayed confidence in my eyes (aka am bossy) which would lead to compliance. (Again, surprised?) So when I'm screaming for you to cross your arms, jump, and slide, you'll do it damn it. NOW!

Last night I had a little shin dig at my place, which was mainly me and Vanessa, eating, drinking, and painting our nails. To be fair, other people came soon, like Katie, we drank some more, then Matt, his brother, James and their friend came, we drank some more, then we went to Molly Malones in Kensington. Yvette met us there, THEN we went to Amsterdam Rhino, drank some more, and partied our little hearts out. Well I partied my little heart out the whole time really. My friend Andrew came and met us at Amsterdam Rhino which was cool, I hadn't seen him in a while, and all in all it was a good night. This morning, however, was NOT a good time. I haven't felt this terrible since, oh, Montreal in the summer... I honestly thought I would die of head explosion and nausea. I finally crawled out of bed at 3:30. Yes. 3:30 pm. I feel like death.

Tomorrow, I am SO excited, I am going to the Banff Springs Hotel for brunch. I am fasting for the rest of today so I can eat enough tomorrow to last until Monday. This brunch, if you haven't been, is phenomenal. Food as far as the eye can see, and anything imaginable. I am known to eat, ummm, a few cherries jubilee, that is made at a station all fresh and delicious. Anyway, lots of food, good food, and I get to eat it all day tomorrow.

My plans for the day involve sitting on the couch. So I better get back to that. All this typing is making my head hurt.

Crusty Rage

We went to the Cage last night. Always down for a good time. We missed Power Hour, but we made it worth our while to be there anyway! There was a live band (as always) who normally just play covers, but still are really good. The lead singer and the bassist are from the band Zooker Baby, which I remember to be a popular band, but upon an internet search to link their site, I came up with nothing. Anyway, if anyone remembers that band, please tell me so I don't feel so crazy.

Anyway, we had a great time, drinks were had, a little bit of dancing, and the result is a pretty sore head this morning. It was worth it though. It always is... Well except that one time that I was so sick I swore I'd never drink again, and it actually worked for about 4 months. That night of partying really wasn't worth it at all. But last night? Definitely worth it.

I don't really have anything to post about.

My life has been kinda regular for the last week or so, so I don't have any crazy stories to tell. I think I need to bust out the book I got for Christmas.

I was recently told by someone that they've never met anyone who parties as much as I do, which really made me think about how much partying I do... I didn't think I really did too much, but maybe I do! Either way, I like it, so I'm not really going to change. (I think I said "I do" way too many times in that last paragraph. No, maybe not quite too many. I DO. K, now that was too many.)

I've been flying a little, working at Starbuck's a little, sleeping, hanging out, you know. This weekend the Lethbridge crew is coming in to party, so I have no doubt that there will be a little more drunken debauchery. Hopefully some more interesting posts will ensue.

Today I think I'm going to the Asian market to get a few things... maybe some bubbles to make some bubble tea, and some other asiany foody goodness. Mmmmmmm, bubbles...

Alright, I think I might have a boyfriend. I'm in boyfriend denial. Not that I don't want this guy as a boyfriend. But seriously. "Single Heather" is fun Heather. I have to learn how to be "Single Heather" with a boyfriend. I'll have to work on that. Crap.

Take off your flip flops and suspenders

I'm pretty sure that I was still slightly intoxicated when I went to work this morning at 6 am. (The coffee work, not the flying work, don't worry.) Last night was ridiculous. $2.30 hi-balls. That's really all I need to say.

Oh, the title is a rendition of take off your pants and jacket. We said that a lot last night. (And no, Kristen, it isn't take off your jacket and pants.)

"Just so you know", you're the most annoying person I've ever met.

The end has finally come to my working marathon... I don't work anywhere for two whole days!! It's kind of weird since I have all this time on my hands, but I won't complain.

Big news, Steph is coming in this weekend from London to party a little bit... I'm pretty stoked about that. Tonight I'm going to party with Sarah since she leaves Monday for Australia for the semester. Then tomorrow, Steph gets in, Nellie's for breakfast, and drunken debauchery to follow. I have to work at 6 am on Sunday, which sucks the big one, but I'll suffer through it for partying. I'm very excited. (For the partying, not so much the early working.)

I did in fact see the Starbucks guy again. And another time. And then talked to him while I was away, and then saw him again. Oh yeah and yesterday too. I think I have the startings of a potential guy that I see often. I don't know how I feel about that. He's a great guy, really sweet, and we have lots in common. But I really am not looking for a boyfriend. But maybe I should forget about that and roll with it. I don't really want to let an opportunity to have a great guy that I see often get away because I say I don't want a boyfriend. Either way, he's nice and pretty cute. Unfortunately he's from Toronto... oh well, I won't hold that against him too much.

My last pairing was alright... I worked with an FA who was a bit.... ummm, well she said "Just so you know" almost a hundred times, which is the phrase that makes most FAs shudder. To me, she prefaced her JYSK with "so how long have you been online?" (which is FA talk for flying) and then she said "well just so you know you're not allowed to wear dark nail polish. it says so in the manual. And some FAs will bite your head off for it." Firstly, don't ask me how long I've worked here when you're about to criticize me. That's lame. Secondly, don't say just so you know. AH! Then, whatever, nail polish, whatever, supposed to be natural colour, dark purply black isn't really natural but it's cool and fierce, fine whatever. Lastly, and most annoyingly, don't say "some flight attendants will bite your head off" when YOU'RE the one who's biting my head off... Don't blame others when really it's YOU that wants to tell me off. Take ownership of your opinions. Plus most people tell me they love my nail polish, so take that and stick it up your manual. End of rant.

I hope everyone has a good weekend. I might post, might not... see how much damage the debauchery has on me.

Last post of the year

I can't believe it's already New Year's Eve! It feels like it was just Christmas, though that may be because I just spent the last four days not at home. They were very busy. Full to the brim almost every flight, which is good for the company, not so great for us since we're working hard and people get kind of cranky being shoved in so tight. I was also in Ottawa all three nights, which was kind of boring since Kristen and Jordan weren't there. I had fun with the crew though and did some window shopping and a lot of sleeping. I got home yesterday, after an exhausting day, (just think, from started in Ottawa at 7 am eastern time, flew to Toronto, sat for two hours, flew to Vancouver, then to Kelowna, then finally arrived in Calgary at 6 pm, AND three people puked and I had to deal with all three incidents), and ended up driving one of the other Flight Attendants home because her battery was dead in her car. We fiddled around for a bit but couldn't reach the jumper cables to her car from mine, so we gave up. I was super tired and couldn't wait to get home, but seriously if that was me with a dead car I would probably have had a small hissy fit, and I couldn't not drive her home.

I got home, veged on the couch and went to bed. Herein lies the problem. I was in bed by about 10, so this morning I wake up at 8:30, which is a decent amount of sleep, but tonight is NEW YEARS! And I'm going to have to stay up all night and party. I think I'll have to take a nap.

Speaking of New Year's, this is the first year in about 5 that I haven't had to work! I shouldn't say HAD to work, because I normally choose to work at the golf course since it's great money and two of my best friends also work at the same spot, but it's nice to not have to work, to be able to party and just chill out. So tonight's festivities include driving out to Millarville with about 15-20 friends and staying at a cabin out there. We'll be well fed and liquored up, party till the morning, nap a bit, eat some breakfast (maybe?) and head home. I'm really looking forward to it.

Lots of people have been talking about how much they ate over the holidays... well I can say I didn't eat loads and loads, but now, after emptying my stocking of all the candies and goodies, I have a GIANT tupperware container full. And it's sitting beside me right now. And I'm eating it. I think it needs to go away.

Happy New Year's everyone! Catch yalls on the flip side. (of the year that is...)

That was also boring

Whats with me and the boring posts?

I'm flying out tomorrow for four days, going to chill in Vancouver for a couple of nights, which is quite exciting. Today I cooked some food and am going to work, then to pizza with some Starbie's people. Working the other night at the other Starbucks was WAY better than working at the Chapters Starbucks. The girl I closed with was super nice and it wasn't too bad at all. I still like mine the best, of course, but that one was a suitable option.

That's about all I have right now. I had a crazy weekend, I don't know if I posted about that... I forget. Probably having to do with the drinking, and my brain slowly dying from too much booze. The jist of the weekend was drinking and partying and spending a lot of time with friends. Loved it. I especially spent loads of time with Vanessa... it seemed like we didn't do anything without each other. I kind of liked it, not gonna lie. So much laughing again! I love that girl!

The couch is doing alright. I'm liking it more and more... we'll just have to camouflage the un-matchiness of the couch and chair though.

That's the update. I shall leave with a question: What's your favourite song right now? I'm looking to expand the music library.

uuuuhhhhnnnngggg

I don't feel very good.

In unrelated news, the party was really fun.

Five Days

It seems like forever... Five whole days of work. I leave Tuesday and get back on Saturday. That seriously seems like forever. I hope I still remember where I live when I get back! Or what Linda looks like!

On a side note, the two day trip to Montreal? TOTALLY worth it. I had such a great time out there, as usual, and even though I'm stupid tired I'm glad I went!!! Never too many laughs!

Check y'alls on the flip side... I might have grey hair by the time I'm back!

Quick Update

So I gave in to peer pressure and am in Montreal. I took the 1am flight this morning and got here around 7, slept until now and then we're doing some quick shopping then heading up to the cottage for some Halloween fun tonight. I leave tomorrow night with Vanessa and then back to real life once again! I'm happy I came, but I feel like I might pay for this later. It just seems too good to be true. Either that, or I'll look back in five years and be like "wow remember when I would just up and go to Montreal, Vancouver and London for a day??" and we'll all laugh at my shenanigans.

Anyway, just thought I'd give the update. Hopefully many stories to follow!!

Another Weekend Update

I went to Lethbridge with Vaness on Thursday to visit Tink Brady and Zach. It was my new car's first mini road trip, so it was a big day for jojac (my car's name... long ish story which I don't feel like typing). We went out to the Duke for the night after playing some drinking games (which ALWAYS end in me hanging over the toilet but this time it didn't) and stayed there for the evening. The next day I hung out in front of the TV for the morning as to still my lurching stomach. Caro and Steve came on Friday night, we all played an other drinking game (time number two that it didn't end in loosing my lunch) and then went to Ice (classy name I know) for some dancing fun. We had an extraordinarily long walk back home because we couldn't get cabs, and then I had the most uncomfortable sleep ever on the couch. Today we chilled for a bit, went to Macdo's and got 44.00$ worth of food for us and the boys and then drove home.

Thrown in there somewhere was me swearing profusely into my rear view mirror because I had just set my cruise control to 20 km over the speed limit and then saw RCMP behind me with their lights flashing, but thankfully weren't after me and then ended in Vaness and I DYING of laughter because we had JUST had a discussion about how fast I could go without getting a ticket (and being safe of course); me crying laughing at lunch with V and Zach for several unknown reasons; me crying laughing again at V because it looked like she was scratching her head with a fork; then more crying laughing at Tink's and my dance routine that started with 5, 6, 5 6 7 8 clap snap hand circles which resulted in V spitting out her drink because SHE laughed... And so much more laughing. And a little stomach unsettleness. But mostly laughing. This paragraph probably means nothing to anyone but me and Vanessa and whoever else was there, but I felt the need to document it anyway. So much laughing. It felt really good to have a lot of crying laughs.

Good weekend. And it's only Saturday.

Entertaining after a night out = bad idea

I'm taking a break from chopping fruit and madly trying to clean my apartment while feeling like I will throw up in four seconds to type a post letting everyone know that this is a seriously horrible idea. Why do I decide it will be great to have people at my place for a little get together for my sister when I KNOW I'm going out hard the night before? Don't know.

On a lighter note, last night was AWESOME! We went to the Rusty Cage, as classy as the name implies, to celebrate Brady's birthday. It was quite the evening. I got there in time for the Power Hour, when beer and hi balls are only $1.75. Needless to say, no drinks were purchased after the Power Hour because we majorly stockpiled. At one point Vanessa, Tink and I had about 15 drinks in front of us. Needless to say we ALL had a great time.

Pictures to document the evening? Oh Yes. There are some really crazy ones, but these are the tamer, more postable ones.


I'm not sure at what point in the evening I got a boys buzz cut on my bangs, but I guess that's just an indication of how much alcohol it takes to make me stop caring about how my hair looks.

I just really liked Tinks hair in this picture. Great photographer, I know I know. (In the background? Birthday boy and someone who's name I forget.)


I will let you all know how this entertaining thing goes. I might not make it to 1:00, which is when people are coming over. I hope I do.

Montreal Pics Finally

So thanks to Vaness, I got some more Montreal pictures. I have posted a few on Flickr, but below are some of my faves.

This was Vanessa's friend, the paramedic, who's blood pressure she took as I was behind the ambulance throwing up. Awesome.

Surprised I wasn't dead. I can see the fear in my eyes.

I can't say anything about this. Though this is Tyler who I visit in Montreal when I fly there now. And the one with the motorcycle.


These two pics are us getting a little crazy in a random souvenir store. We were hysterically laughing, taking all sorts of poses and then we got kicked out of the store because you apparently aren't allowed to take photographs of items that you aren't purchasing. I haven't laughed so hard in my entire life, except perhaps when I was looking at these pictures today.

London baby!

So I went to London (Ontario, that is) yesterday morning and came back this evening. ALL that for Steph. (You better love me Steph). I was at the airport around 4:45 in the morning and flew, got to London, hung out at Western with Steph at her work, then we went home to her place, had a few bevvys, had a fancy dinner with her boif Matt and his friend, went to drink some more at friend's apartment (where we heard the funniest thing ever and was then repeated constantly during the night, more on this after), then went to this martini bar (which had a giant neon sign that said BAR on it) and then went BACK to his apartment to drink a little more, then went home. It was quite en enjoyable evening. I'm glad I went.

So the funny thing we heard needs a bit of explanation. Apparently this weekend is homecoming weekend at Western. (I'm not sure why I'm blogging everything American this week, but that's what's happening.) So grads from western come back and basically drink their faces off for a weekend. How this is different from every other weekend spent at university, I'm not too sure, but in any event that's what it was. So, in this apartment building, there are lots of students. Lots of parties since it was homecoming. As we're waiting for the elevator, we see this girl banging on an apartment door holding what I can guess was a rum and coke in a plastic cup. When the door is answered, she says "were you ACTUALLY complaining about us upstairs?" and whoever was inside the apartment said "yeah" and then girl with the drink said "well you know that your neighbours are also partying, and it's a Friday, and hello, it's HOMECOMING. Get a fucking life!!" and then she stormed off... With her drink. And then she looked at us and said something like "the party is ON". So all night, we kept saying "hel-LO, it's HOMEcoming, get a fucking life!" and it was pretty funny. I really enjoyed the fact that she was pissed enough to go down and yell at the girl who complained about them, but not at the expense of her drinking.

Of course, we had to have a typical Steph Heather picture to complete the evening, so here it is.


And because the night ended with Steph puking, I had to document that through photography. I personally enjoy my eye in the corner... Not too sure what that is all about.

Tired.

I just got back from a four day pairing where I got to see my sister AND party in Montreal... how much better can things get??

Kristen and Jordan had prepared a delicious noodly steaky veggiey salad for me, as well as CUPCAKES that were lemony and with cream cheese icing. The best! Such a nice birthday surprise. We had a nice evening together, and luckily Jordan didn't turn the sleep number bed into a giant pit like last time.

The next day was boring... Edmonton... blech.

Next day, got into Montreal around 1 pm ish, I went to the mall and got some stuff at H & M, for the first time ever. Then had a really nice dinner, then the whole crew of Vaness's friends from last weekend and I went to this bar about 45 minutes from Montreal in the middle of the mountains on the side of the highway, where I think there were somewhere between 3000 and 5000 people there. Seriously. I'm not even kidding. How is this possible? How is Calgary so lame compared to Montreal? I just don't get it!!! Anyways we partied it up and I was a little bit tired this morning, but survived!!!

It was a great pairing, but now it's time for a nap!

Real Montreal Update

So I'll try to tell you the tales of the trip. We went out on Thursday, to a place called Karina's on crescent. This is the place where all the hot spots are, and was within walking distance of our hotel (kind of). We hung out there, had some drinks, met up with Vanessa's friend Tyler and his friends. I guess I had a few more drinks than anticipated... the evening ended up with me a little ill. I was also quite ill the next morning. BUT, I persevered and went shopping on Saint Catherine's with the girls (though Vanessa and I met them a little later than expected.)

So the next night, we got all dolled up (again) and had a sushi dinner with the girls and Tyler and his friends again, then went to Newtown, a really cool club. We had this "VIP" room there, which was this long couch against the wall and there was this beaded curtain thing separating it from the rest of the club. AND, in Montreal, you can order a whole 40 of booze along with mixers, and then you just make your own drinks. It ends up being cheaper than ordering 40 drinks, so if you're in for a good night, it's the way to go. I had never heard of that before, so it was really cool. So the bottles of Skyy Vodka kept coming and we kept on drinking it! The night ended and we walked back to our hotel to find a guy drunk passed out on the floor outside our hotel room. We later recognized him from the room down the hall, so we coaxed him back to his room and had a HUGE laugh about it.

The next day we walked around old Montreal and saw a bunch of things, street performers, old things, and that big church where Celine Dion got married. I'd been in there before, but man it's pretty crazy how gorgeous it is! I really enjoyed the tour we had, and the guide's voice was so soothing I almost fell asleep a bunch of times. It was quite nice. We returned to our hotel room to find a note slid under the door addressed to the "sexy ladies who share our floor" inviting us to have a little get together in their room before our evening's festivities, all written in rhymes. It was SO funny.. I can't remember exactly what was said but in ended on "circle what your answer is" and there was a "yes" and a "no" and then a little note with an arrow that said "pick this one" pointing to the "yes". We decided to get a little more info so we wrote them a note back in rhymes, asking them who they were, where they were from, how old they were, yada yada. They were waiting for it, and through our peep whole we watched them all huddle around the note reading it. We felt little kids passing notes back and forth, but we thought it was really funny so we played along. Eventually after a few notes back and forth they called us to make sure we were coming, and we decided what the hell let's go and we'll leave if it got weird. There were 5 of us and we figured we'd be safe and make sure the door was open. So we got there, there was a bath tub FULL of booze, and we laughed and talked and saw the passed out guy who was in front of our room the night before... we heard the whole story surrounding that and it was pretty freaking funny. We went out to another club, then left and ate some poutine at 2 am and called it a night.

The next day I was supposed to leave but all the flights were full, so I decided to stay another night with Vanessa and then leave on Monday. SO Vanessa, Tyler, Seb and I went to Tyler's friends cabin and went boating. It was so fun. We went back to the West Island, rode on the motorcycle, watched tv, drank some tequila, and I didn't end up sleeping at all, so I had a GREAT flight from Montreal to Calgary at 8:50 (which meant I had to be there at 5:50) in yesterday's clothes, not having brushed my teeth or anything. It wasn't too pleasant. I slept for about 6 hours yesterday and then went to bed at 10 and woke up at 8:30, so I hope I'm all caught up. My camera died after about 2 pictures, so I'll have to get all the pics from friends and then I'll share them with y'all. Tomorrow is the big 2-2 birthday, so we'll see what's in store for that.

So that's the big update. It felt like I did a lot more than that... but all written down it seems like all I did was drink. Oh wait, I guess that kind of is all I did. Oh well... it was a blast.

Montreal, and no liquids

So I went to Montreal to party. It was very fun. I also flew on the first day of this whole liquid ban, AS A PASSENGER, so things were a little hairy. I will write about my Montreal trip later, when I'm slightly more rested (since I didn't go to bed last night AT ALL)... but as a little teaser, I rode a motorcycle!!! I real one! Something I told myself I'd never do... well I did it, and almost died of fright/excitement. I haven't decided if I want to do it again yet. But it was definitely cool. But back to the liquids thing. No one (except aircrew, thankfully, because I could not work without my hair product or makeup... seriously) is allowed to bring any liquid whatsoever onto the aircraft in their carry-on. That means a bottle of water, a cup of coffee, mascara, lipgloss, lotion, purfume, Advil liquidgel headache pills, etc. etc. BUT, parents traveling with infants and children are allowed to bring formula, breastmilk, and juice for their children. I don't know about you, but doesn't that totally not make sense? So, if I were wanting to bring liquid explosives onto an aircraft to blow it up, I could just bring a baby with me and they wouldn't question my liquids. Does that not make this whole liquid ban totally useless? Am I missing something? I'm just putting it out there.

More Montreal updates later. Promise.