Natasha is kind of like that present you find under the tree from Santa. Ok not really Santa but someone pretending to be Santa obv. And you stare at this present and think "WTF is in there?" You know what you wanted but the shape and size of that present seems all wrong to be actually any of the things you wanted. And when you do get to open that present, it is so not what you originally wanted and actually turns out to be something awesome anyways. So it all works out in the end. And that is Natasha in a nutshell. And if you are confused by my xmas analogy I'm basically saying you never know what you are going to get with Natasha but it always turns out awesome.
One of my favourite things about Natasha is her stories. Stories she tells me about her day. Stories that if any of us told them would be boring but from her are fucking hilarious. Whether it is her getting chased home by a family of racoons, to her going on a disastrous first date or her vomiting her brains out after xmas dinner. The weirdest, strangest shit always seems to happen to her. Her life is what made me harass her for months to get a twitter account. I felt more of the world should hear about her life, as it is so hilarious.
And even better then hearing her stories is being present when one of the stories are in the making. I have a couple of good memories of Natasha and her adventures. One when we attended her friend's open house. Natasha decided she would try drinking that night (Natasha NEVER drinks) which if I remember correctly may have made her more chatty than usual. The one guy she did have a reasonable conversation with I ended up scaring away-apparently he did not realize we were joking when Natasha said she just met me on the street a couple of hours ago and invited me to this party because I seemed like a "fun" person. I remember the whole night as a comedy of errors, I don't think we had one successful social interaction between the two of us all night. But ironically her brother, the shyest guy in the world (no really he has won that distinction three years in a row!) had a great night and made a couple of new friends at that party. After eating all the food (and Natasha fiinishing the keg) we decided to leave. And that is when Natasha's boot decided to fall apart (randomly). We had a 30 minute walk ahead of us and Natasha was committed to walking! So she took some duct tape and wrapped her boot together and off we went. I also remember us being in hysterics after she received a compliment on her boots from one of the many Victoria hipsters.
I figure part of Natasha's charm is due to the fact that she can be so bloody dramatic. Personally I wholeheartedly appreciate her drama if not solely for the fact that she makes me and my dramatic gestures feel normal. I think her dramatic retelling of a story is what makes her so damn entertaining. However, as Natasha and I have found, our drama does not go over so well here in Victoria. On more than one occasion we have been referred to as agro - the hipster way of calling us aggressive. Whereas in Ontario, where we both lived I think our dramatic personalities went over better. However, Natasha I think may disagree with my remembrances of Ontario.
Natasha, having been born in Europe, sees Canada a little differently than me. And this is one of the things I like about her the most, that she speaks a type of truth that only an outsider's perspective can give. The sociologist in me loves listening to her tell me her immigrant experiences in the seemingly benign land we call Canada. Her discourse is not tightly wrapped in the nationalist pride language that so many Canadians use. Natasha is a refreshing change from our politically correct culture as she does not shy away from telling it how it is. She embodies a type of courage that many people could only dream of having. And that is what I admire about her most of all.
Oh and also she is a fucking amazing cook!
|Awesome xmas food Natasha made me! Yummy!|
Merry X-mas everyone! I hope Santa left you a Natasha of your own this holiday season.