A week in and I’m already a little behind, trying to put the finishing touches on The 2015 100 while a major project at the 9-5 threatens to encroach on my personal time and is making the juggling act harder than ever. Sarah sees me at it nightly, piles of notes strewn about the desk as I struggle to mould it all into coherent thought, slowly shaping into the kind of posts I love writing. It’s taxing work, but ultimately worth it to look back later, proud of what I put down on paper.
However, though my life’s currently mired in 7-hour meetings and documentation that just won’t quit, my first week of 2015’s been pretty decent, opened with some excellent brunches and promising new relationships and opportunities for the year ahead.
But in these first 7 days, one of the most amazing things to happen was finding a new appreciation for a sport I never much followed before — hockey.
As I stood outside, chipping away at our icy walkway with a spade borrowed from our in-laws (because remember, our garage is still frozen shut from the ice storms), I suddenly recalled that February started with a surprise visit from my parents.
Having missed out on seeing DoomzToo for the entire month of January, they came to Casa de Palmer to see a scruffy Casey Palmer in his house clothes, a relaxing weekend planned with his family and sister-in-law, who was visiting from Ottawa.
Lesson learned — always dress like you’re ready for anything.
Regardless, another month’s come and gone, much of it spent seeking refuge from the harsh Canadian winters we face each February. Many of my Canadian peers likely read this with disdain — after all, what does Toronto know about the cold? — but while we don’t share the massive snowfalls or the extensive swaths of black ice you endure while commuting to your destinations, we too know freezing winds that chill you to the bone. We too know the misery of days all too short, sun blotted out by snow, hail and all manner of projectile falling from above to ruin our days.
One way or another, soon I’ll see myself behind the wheel of a car. Driving isn’t something I’ve much bothered with, but as I get older and the responsibilities increase, leaving my fate in the hands of others becomes less of an option.
That in mind, it’s good to start looking around at what the automotive world has to offer — even when it’s something that I have no right to dream of owning.
Like a Corvette.
The Corvette: More Than JUST a Car
Definitely a sweet ride, the Corvette is what you buy yourself by your mid-life crisis — at the very least — after years of toiling away and buying a little something to reward yourself. It’s the car you’re not old enough to afford, but really wish that you were.
Wednesday, February 13th inexplicably found me in the company of parties far more knowledgeable on cars than myself, such as car enthusiasts Christine Pantazis and her husband Bobby, my buddy Rami and many others who I didn’t know, but could tell that they were well-versed in the automotive industry from what I’d overhear in their conversations.
The demographic at the event definitely reflected this — I’m generally used to tweetups and events where I know most of the people when I walk in the door, but this one had me rubbing elbows with a demographic completely alien to me. A demographic with the means and the burning need to own a metal representation of the success they’ve gotten over the years. Perhaps something like… the 2014 Corvette Stingray?
The 2014 Corvette Stingray
Cars were never my chosen form of self-expression. While friends would be playing racing games, salivating over the latest models and giving money hand over first to make their high school rides as custom as possible, I read comics. Or volunteered. Or built websites. I wanted to create things and change the world — I never wanted to be driving around in a convertible, letting the wind whip through my hair.
But after seeing a car like this — I kind of want to.
While you won’t see me posing with it, the 2014 Corvette Stingray looked pretty sweet — the kind of car that’d turn heads as it drove by. The event itself was pretty calm — a close look at the tools needed to put a Corvette together, enough food and drink to keep anyone satisfied (if it weren’t a school night, I’d have drunk Stingrays all night) and the promise of a shiny new car to look at afterward.
Where there’s lemon tarts, there’s Casey Palmer.
Tasty, tiny, totally.
No one would realize that I would attempt to eat ALL the lemon tarts….
I could make a cheesy statement about how we’re all the same on the inside, but instead of that, let’s just say “Hey! That frame looks cool!”
Didn’t EVEN get a chance to try any of this! Sad Casey is sad 🙁
There was much mingling to be had, but when the 2014 Corvette Stingray appeared, EVERYONE knew where to look!
Though I didn’t try the food, I still like the photo!
This was the first dish I saw of the night. It was probably the first one that was ready, now that I think about it.
Fortunately, I didn’t try to lift it!!!
LOTS of good selections here — only had enough time to try a few!
The Stingray was DELICIOUS — a little TOO delicious! Watch yourself with the tasty drinks, guys!
You can’t tell, but there’s actually a car hidden in there…
Only had time to try the marguerita (margherita?) pizza from this list. I really need to learn how to talk less.
It’s good that Christine and Bobby offered to give me a ride home when they did, or someone would have found me in an alley somewhere, crashed from an overdose of delicious lemon tarts.
I won’t lie. I don’t even know what these were — never tried any!
I’m not a big fan of chocolate, but this WAS delicious!
It tastes just like candy… (I hear the other package was Reese’s Pieces. I HATE Reese’s Pieces.)
I guess this was a quick way to tell who was supposed to be at the event and who tried to sneak in? But it was a closed environment, so….
This poutine was pretty good 🙂 Trying to eat it with the little fork I had was a little… challenging… but I managed.
Seriously. Next time I’m going to an event and I’m not saying a word. I’m just going to stand by the food tables and stuff my face all night.
So if you’re fortunate enough to have the means to get a Corvette, try it out and tell me what you think. I’m a ways off from getting one myself, but we can always dare to dream, can’t we?
Tell your wife, tell your kids, tell your husbands: