Posts Tagged ‘Windsor’

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.

March & April 2015: Coasting, neighbours who are scum, weddang-prep gets real

June 17, 2015

I honestly think that to a degree I spent a pretty good portion of March annoyed at Canada and annoyed at Windsor.

While some things were working out, like Roisin’s job – other things not so much. The biggest problem being our neighbours.

From the moment we moved into our flat we knew that they were total psychos. This couple’s arguments were super aggressive and numerous. And the various descriptors they used for each other were hella colourful. One night when I heard the chick screaming for him not to touch her, I called the police – to hear him later that evening accusing her of making the call, resulting in another massive argument. Oi. You can’t win eh?

He slammed their door with such force that he broke the dead bolt lock, they never cleaned up after their animals – the smell was so bad they almost got evicted for it, their cat shat in front of our door, we’d frequently see him wandering around naked… and then they started shouting “faggots! faggots! faggots!” along to Lady Gaga tunes…

One night after Roisin knocked on the wall when they were playing super loud music past midnight, she heard them say “it’s those faggots next door” – which prompted her to knock on their door and tell him never to call us that again which turned into him eventually saying “I hate gay people,” that it’s “against his religion” etc. etc.

This whole shitshow resulted in us filing complaints across the board and having the bloody longest and (at times) super unreasonable dialogue with our landlord. I can’t believe how difficult it was to get them to agree to break our lease on the basis that we no longer felt safe in our own home. My favourite part of the whole thing was when I received a heated email from the letting agency’s owner clarifying that she is “28 years old and a graduate from the University of Windsor” … so? Some of your tenants are harassing your other tenants in a hate-crimey way. Sort it.

All of this for them to be evicted at the end of April… so we stuck around. Mind you, I think our letting agency is ridddled with some of the most incompetent arseholes I’ve ever met. It’s kind of impressive.

Bah. And I guess in general I was just starting to get simultaneously annoyed with the transit system.
It was really bothering me how Canadians seem to just accept two weeks vacation (10 fucking days a year) because “that’s just how it is.”
I wasn’t entirely happy with my own gig – I hate how a full-time job, Monday-Friday with a salary and benefits seems to be going extinct. Grump, grump, grump.

It also didn’t help that our building’s boiler was so fucked that we only had heat for about a week in March. A record-breaking, cold month of March for Windsor.

*Sigh*

So it goes.

We kept ourselves busy with Roisin’s monthly Chan Bangs, our pal Bronwen took us to a Pistons game which was a sensory overload + all the food. We got a fancypants kitchen table for cheaps, Roisin turned 24 and we had an exceptional party at our pal Naomi’s who went all out and acquired fancy balloons and decor.

Naomi and I also went to see Belle & Sebastian in early April. Roisin’s pal Stina is in this outstanding band called Honeyblood and they were opening for them in Royal Oak and she put Roisin on the guest list. As Roisin had to work, Naomi and I went together and did all the swooning. They’re honestly incredible. Belle & Sebastian of course are legendary but I left there bloody wow’d by Honeyblood. If you hear about them playing anywhere near you go check them out! Go! Go! Go!

We also started to get things rollin’ wedding-wise. We got our preferred date at our venue back in January: September 10th, 2016. We’re getting hitched at the Ball’s Falls Conservation Area – in their old barn. Yes, the lesbians getting married at Ball’s Falls.

So in early April we took a trip with my folks out to Niagara to check it out and take some photos. We also met with our catering company who I’m extremely stoked about. They do everything – they honestly have us covered for the whole bloody day. We also met with our videographer Adam from Captivate Bridal.

We found our photographer by fluke. I was google image searching “ball’s falls wedding” and this one picture turned up and it was from Jennifer Moher’s website. She’s so bloody talented. I’ve always preferred candid shots to posed… she’s our one sincere indulgence in this whole planning process. I really urge you to check out her portfolio. So good. So excited.

Here be some photos of the ol’ Ball’s Fall (minus the falls themselves cause it was hella muddy)

And things continued to roll along…

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