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When was the last time you giggled in delight?
Me? It was about 30 seconds ago, as I was watching this:
God, I LOVE this napkin song!!! It makes me deliriously happy. I actually chortled when the security guy walked onto the scene.
As seen on BoingBoing. More info on the Improv Anywhere blog.
I’m trying to keep my mind off the wedding since things aren’t going quite as smoothly as I had hoped. <sigh>
So instead, I’m trying to think of all the things I’m grateful for lately. One of them is my weekend away in Whistler weekend before last.
Ah, Whistler.
When most people think of Whistler, they think of pristine mountains, the exhilarating feeling of being at the very top of the run, the swoosh-swoosh of their skies as they cut through the crisp white hill.
Until that weekend, for me Whistler meant a change of scenery, a relaxing getaway hanging out at coffee shops, strolling through the village and shopping, and watching the truly cool people who have the authentic-looking lift passes dangling from their zippers.
But now I TOO HAVE SEEN THE VIEW FROM THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN.
What’s more, I have lived to tell about it!
As many of you know, me and skiing go together like a paper cut and lemon juice. I made a feeble attempt at it last year to disastrous, whiplashy results.
But this time, I had help…
The highlight of my lovely weekend had to do with snow… a tall order considering I had so much fun already hanging out in Whistler village with my homie Azi (lattes and shopping and martinis, oh my!). Oh and did I mention that I spent a considerable amount of time getting pruney in the hot tub on the balcony of our kick-a$$ suite at the Sundial boutique hotel? Um, yeah. So that should give you an idea of exactly how much fun we had…
… riding the Sno-Limo!
That’s right, people. LIMO. Cause even when I’m making a fool of myself, I do it in style.
So what’s Sno-Limo? Basically it’s a tour you can rent where they strap you into a chair on skis and a hot Danish guy (in my case, anyways) steers you down Whistler mountain, pausing here and there to allow you to soak in the majestic beauty you’d have never otherwise been able to see. Yes yes, it’s true… I also got the feeling that the majority of their customers were old people and those who did not have the use of their legs. But Azi and I consider ourselves part of that latter category… and our hilarious guides were clearly thrilled to tease us about our youthful non-skiing status the whole way down.
But it was phenomenal.
It almost made me want to ski!! Almost. ‘Cause how do you go from sitting like a sultan, all cosy and warm and being chauffeured around the mountain, to getting all sweaty and tired doing it yourself on your own two feet??
Exactly.
Here’s just a taste of it for you. (I hope you appreciate it… my hand almost froze off holding that dang camera. It’s cooooold up there!!)
Sno-Limo offers tours at Whistler, Big White, Sun Peaks and Grouse Mountain, BC for about $90 per person for an hour. Call 1-888-568-5466 or visit www.sno-limo.com.
Honestly, I swear I have so many interesting stories to relate (and pictures… and even a video!) that are NOT wedding related (and whether that’s “interesting” or not is up for debate) but somehow this wedding stuff is preying on my mind and in between making plans, stressing over plans, obsessing over plans and my crazy days at work, I haven’t been able to post them yet.
But I will, I promise! So you non-wedding-lovers, hang in there.
For now though, can I please tell you about my second-ever wedding nightmare? I need to get it out of my mind where it’s whirling around, wrecking havoc.
As you’ll recall, my first wedding nightmare saw me on a random deserted island in the tropics, anguishing over my missing dress. This week, however, the dress stress took place during my waking hours (thanks to Karo, Patti & Mama K for talking me down from the bridge yesterday… no not literally, I’m kidding… but I’m staying away from BCBG for awhile) so my unconscious hours in what should have been la-la land were free to be filled with disasters of another nature.
This time, all was sparkly happiness and unicorns and rainbows as me and all my favorite people in the world explored this amazingly beautiful resort on some amazingly beautiful island. There was a moment of trepidation as we wondered how we’d find a table to fit us all for dinner but it magically sorted itself out as rays of joy emanated from everyone’s heads and doves flew overhead. Ok not really. But it was a nice, happy dream.
And THEN…
As I was looking out the window admiring the multicolored hot-air balloons which were floating in the sky (this being my happy place, of course there’d be hot-air balloons… Which makes me wonder, do they have those in the Caribbean? How COOL would that be?!? Anyways, back to the story…), I sensed some people stirring behind me and turned around to be met by a portrait of complete panic and mayhem. As he rushed around, one of the resort’s employees paused long enough to tell me that there was a hurricane outside and “for God’s sake, we’re not hosting any weddings here this week?! In fact, we’re trying to cancel the weddings that are already booked here for this week, don’t even think about trying to have yours here this week.”
And then I woke up and stared up at the dark ceiling and obsessed for a couple hours about how we can’t seem to get any of the wedding coordinators to return our emails and phone calls and oh my gosh if they don’t get back to us soon how are we going to book anything and what if they don’t and all the flights and hotel rooms get booked up by other people and what if they do get back to us and tell us that there are no wedding dates available that week sorry you’ll have to change your plans and then we have to start all over from the very beginning waaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
I don’t think it’s that I’m afraid a hurricane will touch down. It’s just that I feel like a hurricane. Whirling and spinning and a ball of energy but not accomplishing anything.
That’s because now that we have certain decisions made, we’re waiting for confirmations from other people. And it’s killing me to wait.
I hate waiting. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I loathe waiting. I detest it, I abhor it, I curse waiting. Waiting is the bane of my existence. I crave hyper efficiency, I want quick turnaround, I need answers to my questions before I’ve even finished asking them.
What is my problem??! I need to chill out. Things will sort themselves out. You know, the Power of Now and all.
Well, what with all the waiting, I’ve had some time to think about it.
And I’ve realized that this high speed lifestyle of instant gratification and 24/7-connectivity has made me terribly, terribly IMPATIENT.
I guess the first step in overcoming it is recognizing it.
Maybe the second is to stop watching the hurricane reports on the evening news?
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