Untitled Part 2
Since I really don't feel like writing anymore I'll quickly sum up the rest of my December.
In Hong Kong I shopped like mad and missed all my friends dearly. Loads of money was spent on my two closest girls and even more on myself. I paid my respect to my grandparents and in a very deviant manner, my grandfather and I flew paper airplanes out from the balcony and into the streets. We hit a taxi driver in the head. If he saw us we would have been fined $1500 HK dollars, but we ducked behind the railings and the clothes hanging out on to the street. We laughed and we felt young, we felt free.
(The last time I threw a paper air plane it was the night prior from my mom's. I wrote, "plead redemption" on the back. My mother saw me whisk it into the night sky and yelled at me for three consecutive hours.)
The Aussies and I hung out for a while. I told them stories about home. I told them how my lead husky, D'Arcy, ended up with some dog flu leaving me no choice but to walk 34km to school in snow knee-deep. I told them how during the winter, the sun shies away from the great white north and we're left in the dark for three months. I used these white lies before, so they didn't believe me.
I destined for home on the 23rd and arrived bearing gifts.
I spent quality time with Maximilian and Andy before leaving the very next day for a ten hour car ride to Killington, Vermont.
(I have a fear of recycled air so plane rides and car rides are an absolute nightmare.)
We arrived on Christmas day.
The rain poured down from the heavens, the clouds took over the sky. The weather was unforgiving so we all stayed inside. We did what all tourists do on cloudy days; we wandered the streets stopping in every other store. Everything was a tease, the beautiful clothing, the stellar equipment and that super cute Jimmy. We bonded over board wax and m&ms, sharing secrets on how we cheat the system with counterfeit coins and stunning looks.
The next four days were one hundred per cent good. I've never pushed my body like that before. Snowboarding for eight hours straight was definitely tiring but super fun. Nine thirty was when I drifted into the arms of sleep each night with the exception of the last. I stayed up and danced, ate some fancy dinner and danced some more. I loved it.
I arrived back to Markham on New Years Eve totally exhausted. I tried to drive back to spend the night with Max but I sick like a dog and in need of tender loving care. So I stayed with my dad and the rest of the gang.
I fell asleep at ten in the evening in a very cold, very empty guest room on the second floor of a stranger's house. My father woke me up shortly before the countdown and dragged me downstairs. The moment I sat myself down at the kitchen table was the moment I dozed off with a little glass of wine by my right hand. I slept through the countdown but awoke for the "happy new year!" cheer. I fell right back to sleep not even a minute after.
So that was how I ended 2005. I loved every second of it, minus the me being sick part and sleeping through the new year festivities of course.
Wishing everyone a stellar 2006,
Renee.
In Hong Kong I shopped like mad and missed all my friends dearly. Loads of money was spent on my two closest girls and even more on myself. I paid my respect to my grandparents and in a very deviant manner, my grandfather and I flew paper airplanes out from the balcony and into the streets. We hit a taxi driver in the head. If he saw us we would have been fined $1500 HK dollars, but we ducked behind the railings and the clothes hanging out on to the street. We laughed and we felt young, we felt free.
(The last time I threw a paper air plane it was the night prior from my mom's. I wrote, "plead redemption" on the back. My mother saw me whisk it into the night sky and yelled at me for three consecutive hours.)
The Aussies and I hung out for a while. I told them stories about home. I told them how my lead husky, D'Arcy, ended up with some dog flu leaving me no choice but to walk 34km to school in snow knee-deep. I told them how during the winter, the sun shies away from the great white north and we're left in the dark for three months. I used these white lies before, so they didn't believe me.
I destined for home on the 23rd and arrived bearing gifts.
I spent quality time with Maximilian and Andy before leaving the very next day for a ten hour car ride to Killington, Vermont.
(I have a fear of recycled air so plane rides and car rides are an absolute nightmare.)
We arrived on Christmas day.
The rain poured down from the heavens, the clouds took over the sky. The weather was unforgiving so we all stayed inside. We did what all tourists do on cloudy days; we wandered the streets stopping in every other store. Everything was a tease, the beautiful clothing, the stellar equipment and that super cute Jimmy. We bonded over board wax and m&ms, sharing secrets on how we cheat the system with counterfeit coins and stunning looks.
The next four days were one hundred per cent good. I've never pushed my body like that before. Snowboarding for eight hours straight was definitely tiring but super fun. Nine thirty was when I drifted into the arms of sleep each night with the exception of the last. I stayed up and danced, ate some fancy dinner and danced some more. I loved it.
I arrived back to Markham on New Years Eve totally exhausted. I tried to drive back to spend the night with Max but I sick like a dog and in need of tender loving care. So I stayed with my dad and the rest of the gang.
I fell asleep at ten in the evening in a very cold, very empty guest room on the second floor of a stranger's house. My father woke me up shortly before the countdown and dragged me downstairs. The moment I sat myself down at the kitchen table was the moment I dozed off with a little glass of wine by my right hand. I slept through the countdown but awoke for the "happy new year!" cheer. I fell right back to sleep not even a minute after.
So that was how I ended 2005. I loved every second of it, minus the me being sick part and sleeping through the new year festivities of course.
Wishing everyone a stellar 2006,
Renee.