As we get older, time just goes by faster. Another year, where did it go?? How am I twenty-seven?? I don't feel a day over twenty-three, until of course I hang out with twenty-three year olds and then I realize that I indeed am not.
I guess it is always an emotional time, it is a marker of time that cannot help but make you think. Think about where you're at in life, weather it looks the way you thought it would by now, where you hope to be by the next one, and where you were last year and the year before. Birthdays on my little island in the sun were incredible!!! It is la-la land, where another year passed isn't about self-reflection or getting older... it means that the excuse for the party is you! I made the most amazing friends in my years on island, and with them, the birthday celebrations were spectacular: champagne brunches at ritzy hotels, slushy cocktails at a swim up pool bar where you know everybody in the pool and they are all signing happy birthday to you, water-sliding, cupcakes, drinking, dancing, singing karaoke, birthday hats and tiaras. O my Cayman birthdays were the best!!! Today, more than ever, I am wishing I was there....
School is great, but it I am frustrated with myself that my proof-reading skills suck and I have auto-failed (a term familiar to my fellow CreComm-ers) every journalism assignment to date. Most of my good friends from Winnipeg have since left and moved on to bigger and better things, and one of my best and only remaining friends here in Winnipeg and I are fighting, as she cannot get any time off to spend with me on this birthday weekend, and bailed on plans we had for made for tonight a month ago. Fighting with her about something so petty sucks and hurts more than I can express in this time and space. She thinks I am being spoilt and immature, and maybe I am. Shouldn't your good friends want to celebrate with you?? Isn't that part of the deal??My Cayman friends are all getting together and going out for dinner at a new restaurant on island to celebrate my birthday, even in my absence, but my friends here cannot make the time or effort? My heart hurts and wants to be back home, in Cayman....
When it rains it pours, I guess, and right now, it is hurricane season.
2 oz Blueberry vodka (Stoli if you can)
.5 oz cointreau
2 oz white cranberry juice
2 lime wedges
3 blueberries (fresh or frozen)
- pour the vodka, cointreau, the white cran juice into a shaker filled with ice
- squeeze in the juice from the lime wedges
- shake it like it's your birthday!!!
- strain in a martini glass
- garnish with blueberries
"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." — Marilyn Monroe