Baked and Trapped.

It is so friggin' hot. The same crap happened every year in Seattle as well - its all cold and clammy for months on end (try like 9) - completely uncomfortable, my hands and feet continuously icy and cold and then - BOOM - its a 100 degrees. I have never been able to fully ajust to that switch in weather. I'm like, WTF?! Where did that effing hot ass wind come from? Arizona? California? I am not ready for it. I have no way to get to the beach, I'm broke, and well, it just seems not to be the time to celebrate with drinks on boats. And now after being on the verge of have full blown insomnia, I think I have been offically kicked over the edge of ever getting any normal sleep. Plus I was drinking wine and now I can't even take NyQuil. It doesn't help that I live above a bunch of ghetto Moncton morons that just hang around downstairs all day smoking cigarettes, lighting fire crackers, and swearing at passersby. I mean, people did warn me about Dominion St, but I thought really, c'mon, how bad could it be ... this is Moncton - so there are a handful of creepy streets. Big Deal. What level of ghetto-ness could actally exist here? Ha! If only I had known ...

This is when San Diego pops into my mind, as it does every year when the weather goes from unbearably clammy and cold to unbearably hot and humid. Either extreme I can never get anything done (althought weirdly I do like the tropics). Anyway, San Diego is the only place where it is PERPETUALLY 85 degrees. I exagerate of course ... but its close to that. And every year for the past 15 years, I have contemplated a move there, then I think "earthquake" - upon which I view myself dying in the "big one." I then let the thought go for another year, pour a glass of wine, stare at the wall and wonder if its just me ....

FIFA World Cup 2010

It's a draw! England v USA: (1-1), but I'll take it. That was the luckiest damn slide (or roll) into a goal I have ever seen (poor Green). Bravo Dempsey! It was a dumb way to score against the mighty England, but I don't care. Good on ya Yanks!!

Rain Rain Go Away

I think I brought the rain with me. Its not any old rain either, its torrential, like tropical torrential! Anyway, I shouldn't complain. The Farmer's Almanac predicts that for the Maritimes it should be the hottest, driest summer on record. We'll see about that. I mean in a way I don't mind it, I did live with such grey torture for 14 years in Seattle, but my God, can't I EVER escape it. Come to think of it, my Mom, sister and I even had this happen during the summer in Greece of all things! A freak storm of rain and howling winds blew in to what was supposed to be a hot and dry time of year. So, maybe it is me. I am like a black hole sucking all the bad weather my way. Wah ... sucks.

No te puedes bailar? OK. Ni modo.

I went Salsa dancing last Saturday at The Rouge, or rather, tried to. It's not that I haven't been exposed to it, I have, but I am just never able to get over the spinning part (and well, okay, all the rest of it). Fortunately, I had a great teacher - an acquaintance who works in Moncton, but is originally from Costa Rica - he was great! I drank way too much so the dance lessons kind of deteriorated as the night wore on - to the point where we decided that Merengue might be easier for me to learn, *sigh* not so ... I felt like I was marching over and over on a circle the size of a bucket. Anyway, it was super stormy, cold and the day after New Year's Eve, so I was rather pleased with the eight person turn-out at the club. I heard also through the Latino grapevine (I was eavesdropping on their table conversation) that there are quite a few Spanish speakers here in Moncton - like 80 residents! This may not seem like a big number up here in Lobster Country, but I was very happy to learn that there are over 5 persons in Moncton from Latin America. DJ Ricky, the event organizer and Salsa teacher extraordinaire has, I am told, going to have "Latino Nights" at The Rouge every Saturday between 7 and 10 pm.

All I can say is "Que Maravilloso!

Deck the Halls

My very first posting ever is, for me, coming at one of the most depressing times of year - Christmas. I would love to love it, but my past Christmases have all sucked ass. This is attributable to two things: a wacky family and picking bad boyfriends. My last 6 Christmas Eve's in Seattle involved watching my fat boyfriend lay on the couch watching TV until he passed out with the remote in a death grip (a can of Bud resting on his ample midsection). I kid you not! Could it get any more disgustingly cliche? The next day would be Christmas. This is when he would drive South of Seattle to his families house in Tacoma sans moi for Christmas dinner. They are Mormon, or I may have forced myself to go. I am not anti-religion, but not being able to drink a glass of wine, or have a cup of coffee while suffering boring conversation about baked goods is not something I would have ever had a natural propensity for.

Five years later I left him and moved to Miami. You might think that this story has a happy ending, but it doesn't. After countless hours of his crying and promises that he would change, I returned to Seattle to live with him. His happiness on my return lasted about 72 hours. I spent the next year plotting another escape. He, however, beat me to the punch and (after losing a lot of weight and getting many substantial raises at work) found someone younger, richer and (I like to think) dumber than me. I returned to Miami, and then finally washed up here, in Moncton; the very place I left 20 years prior.

This is my blog about making it in Moncton, and hoping that 2010 is a hell of a lot better than 2009! Merry Christmas et Joyeux Noel ~