Christina Walkinshaw
Bio
I'm a Canadian comedian who finally fulfilled my life long dream of moving to New York March 1st, 2020. (I have good timing, eh?) During lockdown I joined Vocal to keep my creative juices flowing. Hope you enjoy my stuff:)
Stories (6/0)
The People You Meet At Airport Bars
I love an airport bar. I'm talking a classic, overpriced spot with little to no ambiance, four boring, but very established beers on tap and a bartender sporting a lanyard. Hey, I’m low maintenance when it comes to killing time between whatever travel hiccups blow my way. Sure, you could hit the lounges, drown your travel anxiety with all-you-can-drink whatever, but that vibe is more laptopy (An adjective I just made up.) Not very social. I prefer an unpredictable rotation of people from wherever, going wherever. A swift, non-committal, non-judgement conversation that will pass the time of even the worst airline’s mechanical issues. These are the places you can meet a one-hour friend. I won't partake in those bars where you order through ipads. You punch in an order and swipe your card like you’re at a food & booze ATM. What a burn on society. That says, “Nobody wants to talk to you anymore. Click these buttons if you want something, and here are the suggested gratuities.” Ouch. That hurts. (I’m looking at you, Toronto Pearson.)
By Christina Walkinshawabout a year ago in Wander
EAT LOCAL
When you think New York, you might think, "A place for foodies," or "Michelin Star Chefs." But that's not every neighborhood. I live in East Williamsburg. You might be familiar with Williamsburg, but it's important to add the "East" so you know I live on the side of town with bars that don't sell food.
By Christina Walkinshaw3 years ago in Feast
Moves Like Merlot
This is the last online date I’m going on for the rest of my life. FOR REAL. Sure I’ve said that 87 times, but this time I mean it. If this doesn't work out I’ll just frequent the dog park and pick up other people’s poop. That’ll probably have a better success rate.
By Christina Walkinshaw3 years ago in Humans
The Gratitude Journal
When my sister told me I should start a gratitude journal, I rolled my eyes. Really? After the year I’ve had? What could I possibly have to be grateful for? I lost my aunt, best friend and entire business to Covid. The idea of “giving thanks” seemed completely paradoxical. But she insisted. I didn’t even know where to get one.
By Christina Walkinshaw3 years ago in Humans
The Super Bowl vs Weight Watchers
I watch football. Whether I'm doing it as a genuine interest or for the opportunity to hang out with a bunch of men is unclear. However, I can honestly declare I love beer, wings and that passion a human being has for their favourite sports team. (Yes, I will be speaking Canadian in this piece. I won't bring up the CFL though. Not just because it's Super Bowl Sunday, but also because I don't really know anything about the CFL.)
By Christina Walkinshaw3 years ago in Feast
Mission To Say "I Love You" More
As a single, childless woman, I don’t hear the words “I Love You” very often. Barely at all, not to brag. It’s not that I’m un-loved. I know I am. I have friends and family that send me gift cards every holiday. Sometimes people on Facebook hit the heart button instead of thumbs up. There’s a general hint of love in my life, but it’s rarely vocalized.
By Christina Walkinshaw3 years ago in Humans