it’s getting hot in here.

As I mentioned in my previous post, this month marks our first year of marriage. Since we are still newlyweds, we allowed ourselves some serious celebration. We started it all off with the Queen of Rockabilly herself:  Wanda Jackson.

An intimate venue and a petite woman with such power in her. I couldn’t have asked for anything better to share with my partner.  We even got her to sign an 8×10 picture of her from the old days.  What a wonderful experience that was!

We spent the next night alone and had a delicious homemade dinner and some quality time. I love you buddy!

And just because we can and we get a little greedy, we decided to also go on a mini vacation to make the fun last just a bit longer. Direction: Jamaica.  We chose Hedo 3 after much research and reviews. We really wanted a place where we could just let loose and have fun without having to worry about anything. And honestly, there is no better place than Jamaica to leave all your worries behind.  Oh what a hot destination (and I don’t necessarily mean the weather)! If you have never heard of Hedonism you have to at least know right away that they are clothing optional resorts. The place is divided between the fully clothed pools and the nudist ones. Let me tell you that there was NOBODY on the fully clothed side! Most people who make the effort to go to such resorts are there to enjoy the perks of being naked. We didn’t know what to expect at first, but you are quickly introduced to the ‘anything goes’ policy. There are no rules at Hedo! You can even be in the pool and hottub all night if you wish! Just be aware that you are in prime time for all kinds of action.

I love the Jamaican attitude and especially the food. The weather was amazing and it was just divine to tan with no clothes on. Goodbye tan lines! (make sure you lotion up though or you’ll get an unpleasant surprise…) This was a very relaxing week  (5 days) even though I had some annoying back pain. Lying in the pool all day surely helps! The only flaws we found were the beach (they are very small and dirty in Jamaica unlike our beloved Mexico) and the food was a bit boring after the 3rd or 4th day. One very good perk was that compared to quieter resorts where the focus is mainly on day activities, Hedo has nightclubs and parties until the wee hours of the morning.

All in all, September was a month filled with love and good times.

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rink rock.

Last day of work before a long long weekend!

Despite the fact that I got a wisdom tooth pulled out yesterday and the excruciating pain I’m in today (hurray for Tylenol 3 that doesn’t work on my rebellious body!), I am seriously looking forward to the delirium that is the Hockey Summit of the Arts. The husband is playing this one; I will proudly be supporting him from the side stands (and most probably taking pictures also). I love this event because it combines hockey and music in such a good-natured way that you will inevitably enjoy yourself even if you know nothing about sports. I have religiously been present to all activites of the Exclaim Cup since I met my wonderful man 3 years ago, except for last Easter when I injured my back and was bed-ridden for weeks. Even as invalid as I was then, I still went out to the Hootennany like a trooper to watch the eccentricity of grown men playing dressup on stage. I would not miss that for anything!  It is just too. damn. funny.

This weekend will also involve more furniture pick-up in between hockey games and music sets.  We furnished our whole living room last Saturday with little gems found on Craigslist.  Our place looks gorgeous now, but it wasn’t without some hassle!  We bought a lovely 3 seater couch that just wouldn’t get through the door. No matter how hard we twisted, pushed and pulled it, tried the front door and the side door; it always got stuck halfway. It seemed like a desperate act to try and force into the house. We were too tired at that point anyway so we just left it on the porch for the night. Later the next day, our upstairs neighbour offered to help and after removing the door completely and whirling it around some more, we finally managed to get it in. What a relief!  So this time we are getting an office desk, a new flat screen TV and perhaps some bedroom items. Woo-Hoo!

The weekend will also include quality time with the said husband as well as some late night partying. And we sure know how to do that together!  As for quality time,  although I do believe that sex before a game is a mojo-killer, there might just be a reward if his team wins… 

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and we danced all night.

Lately I have been thinking about the past. About things I have done. I am very nostalgic of those times and I am not really sure why. They weren’t the best times of my life. I was very unhappy on many levels, but somehow right now, I really miss the highs of those moments. –We, as human beings, tend to remember the good things of the past and then put aside the bad parts that made us want to quit in the first place. The brain works in strange ways.–

I remember feeling somewhat content with not knowing what was lying ahead. Just being on my own and doing what I want without thinking twice. I miss jumping on the midnight bus, just because I decided so and going across the country to meet some friends. I miss working in an office in the music industry and attending all the major events and parties. I miss going back to that same office at 4 in the morning after partying all night because we are too drunk to go anywhere else. I miss the ‘important’ people. I miss the tingly feeling inside when I knew I was doing something most people can only dream of. I miss the spotlight. I miss the feeling that anything is possible. I miss being a ‘cool chick’. I miss the passion. I miss the fun without limits. I miss the drugs. I miss the long talks in the middle of the night when we couldn’t sleep. I miss not stressing so much about the world around me. I miss being that carefree.
Those things completed me in the way they were incomplete. They made me more human.

And then, behind all that glamour, I certainly don’t miss the promiscuous sex, the hangovers, the hypocrisy, the games, the tears, constantly being broke, the instability and the dire loneliness.

So where does this melancholy come from?

Well, the thought of my birthday in April bringing me very close to 30 might be scaring me a little. I know things won’t necessarily change, that life continues the same way…but I don’t know…30 seems like a big deal to me. I’ve always thought I’d be settled (financially, mentally and physically) and living in a house with 2 kids and a dog by now. Unfortunately, my experience was something different. I lived the life when I was younger and paid for it. Which is fine altogether, but it doesn’t necessarily give you the picture perfect setting. –Why us women have this idea that 30 is some sort of time limit for things to happen; I don’t know. But you feel it. Inside. Ticking.–

Strangely still, I am at my happiest right now. I have a fantastic husband that I love more than anything and cherish every day. I seriously could not ask for anybody better than him. I have great friends and family that I can rely on. I have a career that I enjoy so very much (which I can’t wait to resume in May!) and we have a new apartment that I truly want to be a nest. I only say ‘strangely happy’ because that is such a new thing for me. I usually thrive on being unhappy. It pushes me forward. I could write an instruction book on ‘how to make life enjoyable when all is shitty’. Still, I am a very positive person in my own neurotic kind of way.

Not a lot of people understand how the carefree lifestyle can be done, but when you are living it the benefits are grand ( in the short term at least!). Living in the fast lane has its ups and downs (both of which are extremes) and I would not trade what I have now for those days. I have been waiting way too long for this. Being married is a wonderful journey and I learn from it every day. Some days are tougher than others but all are filled with love and that makes everything worth it.

I just have to find a way to live my rock ‘n’ roll and still be a good wife and better person in general.
I still haven’t figured out how that would be possible but being the person that I am, I am sure I will find some way not to lose the little party girl inside me…I just hope nobody gets hurt.

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