Older and Wiser
Hey, readers! I hope you had an awesome weekend. According to my family back home, ranging from Maine to NYC, it was a very hot one. Wanna know how the weather was in Glasgow? I’ll let you guess.
D) All of the above
If you answered “D” than you not only pay attention to how much I whine on here, but you’re also RIGHT!
In case you missed it, and by all means don’t worry if you did, it was my 35th birthday on Friday.
About every 3-4 birthdays, something ridiculous and unbirthday-like seems to happen to me.
- On my 28th birthday, I got laid off from my job.
- On my 31st birthday, I was trapped on a direct Jet Blue flight from Denver to Boston behind an elderly man who crapped himself.
- On my 35th birthday, I spent most of the week leading up to (and including) my birthday in bed sick.
I suppose all the mishaps are a good foundation for my storytelling years. Seeing as I watched the entire 7 seasons of The Golden Girls while I was bedridden, I think I’ve got all the makings of Sophia Petrillo or Rose Nylund type of story already.
After spending the majority of the last week of my 34th year in bed sick and becoming a bad smell to my neighbors, Luke and I decided to venture out to the Queens Park Farmers Market and a bit of lunch on Saturday.
The Farmers Market was kind of a letdown I must say. I don’t know if it was because it was 58 degrees and windy as sh**, but there wasn’t any produce or cheese. We pondered buying a bottle of chutney from one of the stands until a bunch of their display blew over as we approached.
Maybe it was gravity?
After that, we walked in the park and decided to get a bite at The Glad Cafe. It’s such a cute spot! I really love Glasgow’s Southside. It reminds me of the Park Slope area of Brooklyn quite a bit. Try as I might to not be a hipster, I sort of like hipster neighborhoods. And whatever, we’ve got the only Whole Foods in Scotland on the Southside. And Highland Coos (cows).
Anyhoo, back to The Glad Cafe — this place reminded me of the wardrobe in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe in that it has a tiny door at the front and opens up to a magically large cafe out the back.
I had to borrow these photos due to the fact that I was even less active about taking photos with my stuffy nose and dull, annoying cough than I normally am.
I did take pictures of what we ate, however.
Luke got the basil and chicken sandwich on gluten free bread. He’s so disciplined and actually sticks to his dietary convictions on weekends.
I ordered the hummus and bread plate because I like to eat appetizers as my main meal. Really, I was more interested in drinking my delightful glass of Malbec. I still really couldn’t taste anything, due to my lingering cold, which sort of makes hummus NOT good. (I know, like how is that even possible?)
Corn syrup over cough syrup.
So, my sister, Meredith, sent me a box full of all the candies I’ve been bitching about not having here in Scotland. I basically lived on ice lollies (popsicles to us Yankees) and corn syrup last week. I’m SUCH a good role model, right? Trust me, there IS such a thing as too much of a good thing.
One more thing I don’t care about at 35…
MY ROOTS. Contrary to popular opinion, I am a natural blonde. I was born blonde. See!
That’s a classic from the toddler Erin archives.
So, I’ve discovered that if you’re just lazy enough about colouring your hair, you can actually keep up with the trends. See, I’ve been overdue for a touch up for, like, approximately 6 weeks. However, now I kind of have the whole ombre or ecaille hair thing going on.
Pretty cool, huh? I actually think most of the hair color trends going on right now don’t focus too much on the natural look, so having dark roots isn’t the worst thing.
I’m a bad luck charm.
I have gone to quite a few football (soccer) matches with Luke, but I’ve never been to one where his team, Aberdeen Football Club, actually win! So, due to a weird point based ticket purchasing scheme Aberdeen has (and whatever, I was useless and sick anyway) Luke could only get himself a ticket to the match.
So, Luke watched it from Dundee United’s stadium.
Whilst I watched from the sofa.
Anyway, my point is, Aberdeen won their match. At first, it was just a joke that I could possibly be causing them bad luck by being in physical attendance, but I think there may actually be some truth to that.
I know. I really need to get over myself.
I hope you all had a great weekend and are having a wonderful Monday!