This year we broke tradition (by “we” I mean Shayne’s family). Instead of turkey we had fondu! We had: oil, tempura, cheese and chocolate. I learnt that I’m a glutton….
The main reason that I moved to Pemberton was that I fell in love (queue the mush). Falling in love isn’t the only type of falling that happened. My relationship with Shayne was based around a lot of the other type of falling. Here is a list of some of the falls that inspired Shayne to fall in love with me:
- The day that I met Shayne I asked my friend to help my tie my boot. In order to balance myself I grabbed hold of a crappy Ikea shelf on the wall to help stabilize myself but managed to rip the shelf off the wall. I took it, along with it’s contents, down to the ground with me. Shayne laughed.
- One of the first few dates we had was on a rainy night, at a yummy Indian food restaurant, in Vancouver. When I walked in, I slipped on the wet floor and slid across the entrance way. I caught myself and looked back and to the left and back and to the right and saw chairs. So, I wiggled backwards and took a seat. However, there was no chair there but there was a dinky metal newspaper rack, which I sat in and bent. Shayne laughed.
- I sat in cat poo/a hair ball, on his couch. Shayne (and my sister) laughed.
- I was trying to reach something on the top shelf so I stood on my Dollarama stool. The legs bent, I fell to the ground and went on a diet. Shayne laughed.
- This past weekend we were in Winners and I was walking (with a suitcase) through the cosmetic isle and slipped on the floor (which was home to a shampoo spill the day before) and knocked over a shelf of cosmetics and nail polish. Shayne walked away from me. I don’t think he laughed but I did.
I’m clumsy. I’m very clumsy and I know that but to have a man who stands by my side (unless I embarrass him) says a lot. I’m always falling in one way or another and I always make sure to get up and keep going. So, when you fall (literally or figuratively) let the people around you help you up, laugh a little and keep going.
Although I live in paradise, sometimes I need a break from Pemberton. A great place to escape to is a magical city across the boarder called SEATTLE. Many months ago I made an appointment with my very talented cousin and tattoo artist, Suzanna Fisher, to get some new ink down there so Shayne and I decided that we would make a mini vacation out of it.
I ditched out of work early on Friday (good thing…Vancouver traffic was nutty) and the drive only took us about 5 hours. The boarder wait was about 30 minutes and we arrive in Seattle just in time for an awesome dinner at Wasabi. We chose to grab a drink at the Ace Hotel and then hang out in our super funky hotel room at Hotel FIVE.
Saturday was dedicated to exploration. We had a yummy brunch at Pink Place Market and explored the downtown. We also managed to take a ride in a gondola, on the BIG WHEEL. Shayne’s goal was to get new winter tires (which were $500 cheaper in the USA) and my goal was to get tattooed. Both happened.
After the tires were installed we headed over to Damask Tattoo for my much anticipated ink. Suzanna is super rad and creative and it was a great place to relax and get inked. The hood she works in is funky and called Upper Queen Ave. and I suggest you check it out. The tattoo of choice is an artistic willow tree under my right hip, on my thigh (the picture looks kind of awkward). If you want to know why, send me a tweet (or comment here) and I will tell you: @BlairKaplanPR
Sunday started off with brunch at Grub and Shayne and I hit the road to the Seattle Premium Outlets. Following some shopping success and fails we hit the penny slots and Tulalip Casino (with not much luck) followed by a trip to Trade Joe’s. It took us 2 minutes to come back across the boarder and we survived a blizzard between Whistler and Pemberton at 11pm on a Sunday.
Great memories were made. Great food was eaten. A great tattoo was created. If you haven’t been to Seattle, go and if you are planning a new tattoo go see Suzanna. TRUST ME.