Following my previous post, I exchanged a couple of messages with some of you, regarding how brilliantly the day was unfolding for me. I’d like to thank you all again for your kind words, and your pats on the back. I don’t call you Lovelies, “Lovelies” for no reason. You are awesome people!
And one of awesome yous left me the following message:
NNNnnnooooooo!! There is something seriously fucked-up with the Universe lately. If it weren’t for Bad Luck, we’d have no luck at all, and it seems like you are in the same damned boat! Positive vibes and meditation aren’t working. So, let’s share a Pity Party where we just get drunk and shout curses and eat chocolate. We can ugly cry and grieve and throw inexpensive things we don’t need anymore and blame people we don’t like for all our woes. Once the Hang-Over is over, we can extend our apologies to the Universe but explain how it brought all this on itself by being so damned difficult. And then we just have to let The Norns do their worse. They might knock us down, but while we’re down, we’ll make weapons for when we get back up. 😈
That was my dear Mrs Completely, coming to the rescue with a great idea! (I love you Lori! I really do… And the Viking too!!)
And you know what? She is right! When Life throws you lemons, you just slice them up take the Tequila bottle out of the cupboard, and you start pouring the shots!! (Dang Life!!)
I realize that many of you are going through rough times of your own… Stuff I probably didn’t read about, because you didn’t talk about it in your blog, or because you did, but since Dad was brought to the hospital after his stroke, I haven’t read much of anyone’s blogs.
So I thought I would throw the very first (to my knowledge)
Wine & Whine Party!!
How does it work? Well, like any Meet & Greet party, the point is just to gather together, and mingle around… But incidentally, also share what’s going wrong in your life at the moment… Share links to your favorite whining, or ranting posts (Ben, please don’t flood my comment box, I know you have a lot of bitterness to offer!) and bring along a bottle of your favorite poison, so we can drink to how Life can sometimes suck, and it’s ok, because we are all in the same boat!
So wether you just knocked your big toe on the bed leg this morning, or your house burnt down last week, just join in and let it out!
Shall I start the discussion?
So, if you read my F*ck you, Life you already know how my day started.
When I woke up, this morning, two messages were already awaiting me. My little brother and my bestfriend had already heard about Wow Air cancelling all of their flights after running out of business. Needless to say that I’ve had better ”rise and shine” moments in the past.
Basically, my upcoming trip to Denmark is cancelled. And I highly doubt that I’ll reschedule it because
- I don’t know if I’ll get my money back, yet.
- The cheapest alternate airlines are at least twice the price.
So, yes, I was devastated. I was extremely excited to see Spring in Vikingland again. The bright yellow rape fields, the tall lilac trees in full bloom, the cherry trees blossoming in Copenhagen…
I cried, I was angry (hence my F*ck you post) and that’s when Mom called home. This didn’t come as a surprise, since I knew Dad was scheduled for a coronary angiography this morning. What I didn’t know, was that he would need a cardiac surgery, that would (most likely) be performed here in Montréal. Which meant that things were not looking good.
But Mom was in a hurry, and since they hadn’t met with the cardiologist yet, we hung up before I could get much details.
So I spent the afternoon staring at my smartphone, at work, with teary eyes and a don’t-f*ck-with-me attitude.
Around 6pm, Mom called again. Dad will get his surgery within the next three weeks, and is not allowed back home in the meanwhile, because of the high risk of having a heart attack.
I had time to let the dust set a little.
I know that Dad is in the safest place possible, given the circumstances. I know that the surgery is farely safe (and much safer than running around with a partially blocked heart) and that he will most likely going to make it.
But I have only one Daddy. I love him with all my heart, and I can’t help but worry sick for him. And for Mom.
And there is still that bitter ”Guess you’re not going to DK after all” feeling caught in my throat. I know it’s only money. But it’s not. I needed the getaway. I needed the connection with Danish ground again. My heart needed that innocent and free escapade…
But hey! Life doesn’t always agree with your plans, right?
Your turn now… Leave your best whine in the comments, and I’ll make sure there’s wine for everyone! Let’s pat each other on the back. And when the party is over, we can all smile sincerely again!