Small kindnessnes are the best kindnesses…
Especially when they are from cute boys!
It’s been an odd but excellent week. I was going to write some vague sentences alluding to the more saddening parts of my week (heard some news, learned some stuff, inadvertently displayed behaviour similar to that of a 14-year-old meth addict?), but I’ve decided to just gloss right on over those bits and dive into the good stuff!
First off on Wednesday I got to hang out with my Sudbury (eugh) based sister for an evening. She’s not in town that often, and when she is we rarely manage to see each other. And I have never made it up to Suckbury, for, uh, obvious reasons. We went for drinks at the Cadillac lounge, she treated. She’s been writing a book of poetry. I look forward to the finished product. Also I have never noticed just how similar she looks to Sarah. The resemblance is incredible. And I realise I sound like an idiot saying that I never noticed that my two sisters look alike, but there you go.
On Saturday, Emma and I had our sewing class. That’s right ladies and gentleman I am on step number three to becoming the perfect 1950’s housewife! With cooking and baking already crossed off, now I just need to ensnare a man using my charms, and trickery, obviously. Anyway, it was drawstring bag day at sewing class. Emma and I both produced beautiful bags Betty Draper would be proud of. Mine is square shaped with yellow and black polka dots. Emma’s is a more functional wine bottle sized tote, with snowmen! We are truly women now.
After class we scurried home to change into our finery to meet up with some friends to enjoy afternoon tea at the Four Seasons. Afternoon tea is one of my most favourite events. Tiny little sandwiches and cakes and scones, oh my! We all drank fancy teas and sipped the cheapest champagne on the menu, while watching a swarm of jittering teen girls waiting outside in hopes to catch a glimpse of the Jonas brothers. Occasionally there would be a false alarm and girls would bolt off down the street, only to come back to their posts looking blanched and dejected.
Nuit Blanche happens to fall on my birthday weekend without fail, so I try to go out and see some stuff each year. But this year it just didn’t do it for me. In spite of leaving quite late, the streets were packed, and the crowds were overwhelming, and the art was subsequently lost. So we all just tramped home. Which is a shame, because there were some exhibits that sounded really neat, like the hobo hot dog roast. Its theme was small kindnesses that we would afford each other after the apocalypse. I like the idea of sharing hotdogs over a barrel fire. I also like the idea of free hot dogs and hot chocolate served to me by Jamie Kennedy. There was also a game of Monopoly being played with real money! I have a thing for Monopoly, if you have ever been to my apartment you know I have a thing. I would have liked to get in on that game, I would have cleaned up!!! But alas, my irritation with the never-ending flocks of people prevented me from seeing either of these. Maybe next year I’ll hit it alone, just me and my ipod at 3am.
Sunday I threw myself a birthday pizza party! I made the pizza dough myself and everyone got to decorate their own pizza. It was an homage to my 7th birthday party, and a complete success!
The tale of my 7th Birthday is as follows:
For my 7th birthday, my mom finally allowed me to have a big birthday party. Up until then, all my other friends were allowed to have a huge party and invite all the kids in our grade, but I was only ever allowed to invite a small group of friends. I was jealous of my classmates, and their huge parties. You may think “awww poor Maggie wanted to be popular/cool/loved”. But no, my reasons were much more greedy and diabolical. What I really wanted was more presents! All the other kids had huge parties, and then a huge pile of presents to go with them. And it was those presents my greedy little girl soul wanted.
So my mom planned a party for me. I invited all the girls in my grade, all the kids from my street, my cousins and three boys (two of which showed up – Eric was too scared to come, but he did buy me a pink radio walkman as a present – SCORE!). We played pass-the-parcel and balloon games. And I had a GIANT pile of presents! The party was a success! That was, until my mom came out with the party food. My mother is an excellent cook with a fabulous palate. Unfortunately all the guests at this party were 7 and 8 year olds. We didn’t appreciate such things, so when she brought out the two beautiful home-made pizzas covered in things other than mozzarella, the kids, well, we weren’t so impressed. My older cousin Laura started a riot, and led the chant of “WE WANT HOT DOGS”, until my sister grabbed her by the ear and dragged her into the kitchen for a good old fashioned talking-to. The pizzas were barely touched. Hot dogs were not served. And I was never allowed to have more than 10 birthday guests ever again.
Unlike my 7th birthday, my 25th birthday was really good, not a single disappointment. So thanks to everyone who wished me well and made it awesome! I hope 25 will be a good year. Filled with funtimes and happiness. Upwards and onwards!
Anyhoo, the events that propelled me to write this entry are as follows:
1. While getting dressed this morning I found $20 in my panties. Awkward and awesome!
2. D-List Canadian celebrities say “Hi” to me in the street.
3. While buying huge swaths of fabric (I swear I could fashion an elephant with a beautiful gown) on Queen street at lunchtime, the girl helping me kept fanning her face and saying how her medication was finally kicking in and apologising for how it made her loopy. Then she handed me my purchase in a giant Madison Square Gardens bag. All I can say is this is why I love Toronto, and I hear you my friend, I don’t even NEED medication to make me loopy. Hah, cough cough.
4. While treating myself to my favourite mocha at Dark Horse the cute barrista-boy, who I’ve been crushing on for a while, gave me a free hot chocolate to drink while I waited for him to make my drink. Little kindnesses are the best kindnesses. Swoon!
So in spite of the downs this week, I feel things are on the up and up. I’ve mulled things over, figured some stuff out, and benefitted from the kindness of strangers. People are good, and interesting!
Up, up and away!