Posts Tagged ‘Orlaith’

August, September & October 2015: A couch, a turkey and a wedding

February 18, 2016

In August, Roisin and I started what is essentially a lesbian promotions company called Schecter. (Insert nod to L Word-watching lesbians here.) So we started a monthly queer dance party called Saturday Night Beaver.

We wanted there to be loads of wee nuggets for our patrons. We put videos on the screens at the bar celebrating lesbian pop culture and chose some djs who we thought would understand our audience. And it wasn’t bad. We threw the first one during pride week and it was actually quite good.

The Windsor Star
interviewed us – you can check that out here.

I think we decided that if we were going to be in Windsor for a while we might as well make the best of it. So we started filling some gaps. As Windsor doesn’t really have a designated “lesbian hangout” – we made one.

Once we’d managed to pay off pretty much all of our debt we also decided to make ourselves comfortable, so we purchased a couch. A nice mid-century-lookin’ gray adult couch with wooden legs. We adulted. And time just kept sweeping by.

I had to laugh, in September Scott Moffatt came to town. As a Hanson-loving teen, the Moffatts were also on my playlist. It was a strange experience watching this isolated member messing around with synths. Weird, weird, weird. Also – thank god for the internet and the maturing of my musical palette.

I also designed and mailed out our Save the Dates. This weddang is gettin’ real.

Roisin and I also took on a turkey. We cooked it on our own as well as all the trimmings. No one died, we’re still together. I was well impressed.

Then, mid October, my sister got hitched at a private ceremony. It was pretty quick but her and her dude decided it was time and they did it their way. It was a lovely ceremony, a delicious meal and a superb celebration.

I continued with my two-job shuffle, Roisin continued to work full time at Villains … lather, rinse, repeat.

It was around this time that our itchy feet started to get pretty bad. This period of time was likely the beginning of the end. I think over the summer we could have clawed things back. But I’m pretty sure over the fall we started silently coming to terms with the idea that Windsor was a faux pas. That we’d done it again.

One saving grace was that we got new neighbours- and they’re AMAZING! They’re a lovely married couple from Hamilton and they love cats and they love music and teen movies and they’re not loud and they don’t mind lesbians and it’s so nice to feel safe in our home.

This is our neighbour Alex at Halloween:

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May, June & July 2015: Work & Windsor

February 17, 2016

Blogging is weird.

Windsor, is also weird.

So just as I was getting my grump on and feeling like my job situation was not fulfilling – I lost my job. Hooray for being made redundant without warning!

So in an absolute panic I asked Indigo to take me back and then I started digging around for any work at all. I landed a contract with the Media City Film Festival to be their Guest Services Coordinator… which was a lot of work but also fantastic because it stopped me from spiraling into a pit of self loathing and pity.

Then I also got a gig at Craft Heads Brewing Co. as a barista/bartender combo. And life improved a bit. But for pretty much all of July I was working one of my three jobs, erratic hours… blurg.

Roisin started playing more gigs in the city – her gig at Phog in particular was fantastic and our pal Bronwen was lovely enough to film some of the tunes.

Montreal band Folly and the Hunter played a gig in the city which was a fantastic slice from our old lives. I think it just added another drop in the bucket of woes. We weren’t happy in Montreal… but perhaps we were happier there than we are in Windsor.

To try and cheer me up Roisin surprised me with a weekend at Caesars Casino. We acted like total monkeys drinking milkshakes and going to the pool – staying up late and watching HGTV. I will always feel like a child misbehaving when I spend a night in a hotel room sans adults.

Here’s some videos of Roisin being ridiculous.

I think we spent a lot of the summer trying to make each other laugh and keep each other’s spirits up. This of course included one morning when Roisin and I decided to make a game out of a trip to our local variety store to get some eggs. I said we should dress up. She suggested that we dress as each other. Little did we know we’d run into someone we knew on the way out of our building. It’s the little things right?

I think we just started out so positive and so excited for a change… then almost a year into things we realized we’d made the wrong choice… again. I just don’t know if anywhere will ever feel right.

October 2014: Hello 30, Hannah visits & some cats

November 1, 2014

When life gives you lemons, buy beautiful and expensive cats.

So while I was drowning in shit at the call centre, Roisin spotted a kitten on Facebook while stalking Ragtown Cattery (ragdoll cat breeders). This spurred one of our more ill-timed and yet fantastic purchases: Orlaith (pretentious Irish name sounds like: Orla), a seal bicolour kitten.

But then we went to visit this wee kitten a few weeks before she was ready to come home with us and Sandy, our breeder, was telling us about this boy kitten that she had that was shy and really quiet and how she was worried about which home he’d end up at. Enter: Charlie, lynx-mitted, ill-timed fantastic purchase #2.

The two cats are from entirely different litters, born one day apart and they’re so bloody different. Orlaith is dainty – hella tiny. Charlie is massive, a true gentle giant with the fluffiest fur. I’m kind of in love with them. They arrived at the very end of September, just a couple days before my birthday.

My 30th birthday took place on October 1st, it wasn’t too fancy. I watched Home Alone as I do every year while eating copious amounts of cake. We went out to the Keg for dinner as Roisin had never been, and we had a tasty meal.

While unemployed I was productive, making chili, soup and fish pie to freeze so I could avoid grocery shopping for weeks ;) I also think it helped with the kittens. They were my pals, keeping me focused as I raked the internet for all job prospects.

Thanksgiving came and went. It was my first since 2008 and I was a tiny bit gutted that I couldn’t stick around for the whole deal but cats and Roisin having to work got in the way. We had a short but fantastic visit with Hannah O’Reilly, Roisin’s BFF, and I got to meet her fiancĂ© Roy. Hannah showed us the joy of cats with plastic bags and Charlie made himself comfortable in the bag of Oreo dairymilk bars she brought with her from the UK. We took them to the Twisted Apron for breakfast and bid them adieu at Tim Hortons. Tres appropriate.

Ill-timed and yet fantastic purchase #3 was the fancy manicures we acquired. Roisin had been bugging my mum for ages for her to take her to get her nails done pretty like hers. So we had some fun at From Head to Toe.

Then after months of searching I started to get a few callbacks about some jobs. The Wine Rack came first so I will start working there PT in November. And then I got a call from Indigo as well (a different branch from Roisin’s), for a seasonal contract. So I’m going to try to juggle the two. I’ve done this before in university so I’m hoping it’ll be old hat. But I am really frustrated that I can’t just get one bloody job that ticks all the boxes. Not to mention, if I’m honest, at 30 returning to retail feels like I’m moving backwards through life. And I know I shouldn’t whine… but there you have it. *Insert audible sound here*

I also got a call for a gig as a receptionist for a doctor’s office. But I am so god awful at mathematics that after doing their three-page test, which included an entire page of equations, I never heard back. I am winning.

So it goes.

We also had an ill-timed and fantastic road trip last weekend. We went to Toronto with Holly and Dani to see our favourite Montreal band Diamond Bones play at Rancho Relaxo. We ate delicious food and had the BEST time. I can’t help but feel like we’re not going to be so carefree and slightly frivolous for a really long time. Winter is coming.

And then to cap things off we made ill-timed fantastic purchase #4: fancypants engagement rings from Elaine Ho. We eye-balled her stuff the entire time we were living in Montreal, and we finally decided to just say fuck it and get ourselves rings. Mine is 14K rose gold with a black diamond. Roisin’s got a rough diamond in yellow gold but she has yet to wear it as I plan on proposing. Because we’re gay. And we can make our own rules. Dual propsal. BAM!

In summary: we spent too much, we had good times with good people and now we’re both working two jobs and we’ll never see the light of day.

K