Memories

So I was supposed to get some things done yesterday evening after going out for drinks but I decided to rock out to a medley of 90's songs on Youtube.. There She Goes.. Two Princes.. Ironic.. Bad Boys.... No Scrubs.. Yeah, it all came back. Speaking of the 90's, two of my favourite films were So I Married An Axe Murderer and Singles. SIMAAM (short form) was awesomeness and highlarious. Mike Meyers was a god- I also adore Wayne's World.. HI WAYNE! A GUNRACK? YOU GOT ME A GUNRACK? Scchuwwiinng.. Intellectually speaking, I'm quite simple but these films can still make me laugh. SIMAAM was on TV a couple of months ago and I made the Husband watch it with me. He liked it.. It wasn't the same in German though but I already had seen the film a gazillion times before so I was fine with it.

Singles was a great film too (have I mentioned it before?). Anyhow. I remember the first time I saw it, it had been out a for a few years already. I was 17 and visiting my sister in Toronto and she lived in this tiny bachelor apartment in The Beaches. I was in love with The Beaches (The Beach for you purists). The Beaches is this part of Toronto on the water and is awesome. Low crime, gorgeous houses, coffee shops and boutiques and everyone has a dog. In the summer it hosts a Jazz festival and it seems to epitomize beach life. So, I was staying with my sister, she had to go out, I picked up a pizza and raisinettes and popped Singles into the VCR. Wow. That's what I thought adulthood was all about. I ate my pizza, had my chocolate covered raisins, watched the film and felt the warm summer breeze sneak into the small ground level apartment. I have to say that was one of the best nights of my teens. It's weird that something so simple was so liberating to me. Maybe it was because I had just spent a year in Moscow.

Or maybe it was that Toronto had cast a spell on me. My arrival two days before was at Union Station. I remember walking out of the station and seeing these buildings loom over me. I saw a hotdog stand. This was my New York. My sister picked me up and we drove through the city and I was entranced. It was night time and the city was warm and The Beaches were filled with people having Starbucks or sitting on terraces eating. We pulled up to what I thought was her apartment building and my jaw dropped. It looked like Melrose Place I kid you not. "Um, that's not my place." my sister quickly interjected. The funny thing is that a couple of years later I took the Husband back to The Beaches and showed him the Melrose Place.... We still call it the Melrose Place.

I'm not sure why I am being so nostalgic these last few days.. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that we're leaving for Vegas in a couple of weeks. I haven't been back to North America in 3 years and I think I am trying to mentally prepare myself for the culture shock. I miss Canada, I do, but I also know that Vienna is my home now.

Ok, ok. No more memory posts for a while. Stay tuned for kid skirts, shell rings, and made over shoes.

Happy Thursday (T minus 1 day until freeeeedom)