Thursday, September 29, 2005
Honorary Bridesmaid
I got a note in the mail today from the girl who got married on Labour Day weekend in Halifax. It reminded me of how fun that weekend was. It was just pure hospitality from debarcation to embarcation.
It started with a complimentary upgrade on the car rental. From an economy car to to a PT Cruiser convertible, simply because it was the morning and they didn't have any cars back yet to give me. After I checked into my huge hotel room (with two queen beds, as my absent friend had insisted) I walked over to Deco, a pretty nice restaurant on Spring Garden Road. I was invited to the bridesmaids luncheon, courtesy of my friend's mom and auntie. I ordered a greyhound and started mingling with strangers (soon to be new-best-friends). The wine flowed and the food was really good.
After that I walked and window shopped and made a few drunken calls on my mobile. Then I went back to the hotel and laid down. Ah the naps of the intoxicated. Cindy came to my hotel for a drink and then we went downtown to McKelvies where she treated me to a full-on lobster supper - something I never experienced when I was a student there. We also polished off a fine bottle of New Zealand wine.
The next day I tootled around the South Shore. I got ready for the wedding and went down the hall to the bridal suite where I treated the ladies to some champers and assisted in the yanking on of the Spanx and the dressing of the bride. It was fun fun fun. The photogs were there taking pictures of us helping Sarah into her dress, which did up like a skate at the back.
Cindy and I took a cab over to the boat club for the wedding. It was a golden day. The appies rocked and the men made many trips to the bar on behalf of the ladies. I love eating and drinking for free. I had a reading to do during the meal - I really had to work to keep it together because I was slurring like Anna Nicole Smith.
My dinner partner was a paramedic. He told me graphic stories but I didn't mind.
An untraditional DJ pumped tunes for the youthful. We danced until we were kicked out.
I got a note in the mail today from the girl who got married on Labour Day weekend in Halifax. It reminded me of how fun that weekend was. It was just pure hospitality from debarcation to embarcation.
It started with a complimentary upgrade on the car rental. From an economy car to to a PT Cruiser convertible, simply because it was the morning and they didn't have any cars back yet to give me. After I checked into my huge hotel room (with two queen beds, as my absent friend had insisted) I walked over to Deco, a pretty nice restaurant on Spring Garden Road. I was invited to the bridesmaids luncheon, courtesy of my friend's mom and auntie. I ordered a greyhound and started mingling with strangers (soon to be new-best-friends). The wine flowed and the food was really good.
After that I walked and window shopped and made a few drunken calls on my mobile. Then I went back to the hotel and laid down. Ah the naps of the intoxicated. Cindy came to my hotel for a drink and then we went downtown to McKelvies where she treated me to a full-on lobster supper - something I never experienced when I was a student there. We also polished off a fine bottle of New Zealand wine.
The next day I tootled around the South Shore. I got ready for the wedding and went down the hall to the bridal suite where I treated the ladies to some champers and assisted in the yanking on of the Spanx and the dressing of the bride. It was fun fun fun. The photogs were there taking pictures of us helping Sarah into her dress, which did up like a skate at the back.
Cindy and I took a cab over to the boat club for the wedding. It was a golden day. The appies rocked and the men made many trips to the bar on behalf of the ladies. I love eating and drinking for free. I had a reading to do during the meal - I really had to work to keep it together because I was slurring like Anna Nicole Smith.
My dinner partner was a paramedic. He told me graphic stories but I didn't mind.
An untraditional DJ pumped tunes for the youthful. We danced until we were kicked out.
Coffee. Cigarettes. Alcohol.
Seems like I've been drinking and partying so much lately... You know when you brush your teeth with beer and then floss with a cigarette and then spill a cup of coffee and sit in it by accident and you feel very brown.
Like the Christmas /winter of 1999 - 2000. I was drunk about 8 hours of each day. I would party all night, sleep the morning away, get a little normal in the afternoon, and then go out and do it all over again. This went on for about 3 weeks straight. I feel like the only moments when I'm sober are at work (aka, now).
Seems like I've been drinking and partying so much lately... You know when you brush your teeth with beer and then floss with a cigarette and then spill a cup of coffee and sit in it by accident and you feel very brown.
Like the Christmas /winter of 1999 - 2000. I was drunk about 8 hours of each day. I would party all night, sleep the morning away, get a little normal in the afternoon, and then go out and do it all over again. This went on for about 3 weeks straight. I feel like the only moments when I'm sober are at work (aka, now).
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Just A Gigolo
It's old news that David Lee Roth is now a paramedic living in NYC, but this Gawker Stalker item sums it up exactly:
"Saw David Lee Roth dropping off his laundry on Ludlow St. wearing his FULL NYC EMS uniform and gear. I'm sure you get this a lot, but, can you imagine being smacked by a bus and coming to -- to see you have just been defibrillated by Diamond Dave? "
Nope, but sure hope he's wearing those assless jeans if that ever happens to me.
It's old news that David Lee Roth is now a paramedic living in NYC, but this Gawker Stalker item sums it up exactly:
"Saw David Lee Roth dropping off his laundry on Ludlow St. wearing his FULL NYC EMS uniform and gear. I'm sure you get this a lot, but, can you imagine being smacked by a bus and coming to -- to see you have just been defibrillated by Diamond Dave? "
Nope, but sure hope he's wearing those assless jeans if that ever happens to me.
The Shopping Friend Who Gets Me Into Trouble
On Sunday morning I met up with my friend for brunch at a vegan place she wanted to try. I have been there once before so knew what to expect. She questioned me about her latte - would it be made with milk or soy? I said, this place, as you know, is vegan, so, no. No milk? She asked. No, no milk, no animal products are in here, I responded. Can I order eggs? She asked. No, I said. Eggs comes from an animal. Oh, ok, she said.
We ordered our brunches and chatted amiably. We lingered, trying to decide what to do next. Finally, we put money in the meters and decided to walk along Queen St. West until Trinity Bellwoods park, "window shopping" both sides of the street.
At that time in the morning there were mostly drunks and homeless about. We literally had to step over someone who was passed out to get into a chi-chi boutique. We seriously considered getting pink, green and brown cowboy boots ($300), and kooky sweaters ($150) from Preloved. We had lunch several hours later at Terroni - a shared pizza and wine and beer. My friend got a little drunk. We then stumbled into Cabaret and tried on vintage clothes. In the basement we tried on every ladies single coat. I ended up buying a 50's black persian lamb swing coat with a black mink collar ($240; initials "JR" inside). She bought a full length black velvet military-style coat from the 60's - I forget how much. These coats are actually amazing. I needed a new winter coat! And now I officially wear fur, which I have mixed feelings about.
My mum had a full length grey persian lamb (I believe my sister has it now; I seem to remember it was cut into a jacket for her), a seal swing coat (long gone; how I loved to snooze against it in church), and a full length black mink (again, with my sister I believe). Those, plus a few stoles and wraps. The furs were kept in a special cedar lined closet outside my bedroom door. Just the furs and my dad's guns were kept in there.
After the coats we needed coffee and cigarettes. We both had parking tickets. We drove back to my house and sat in the backyard smoking and talking and drinking water and coffee while Nick bbq'd ribs on his new bbq.
On Sunday morning I met up with my friend for brunch at a vegan place she wanted to try. I have been there once before so knew what to expect. She questioned me about her latte - would it be made with milk or soy? I said, this place, as you know, is vegan, so, no. No milk? She asked. No, no milk, no animal products are in here, I responded. Can I order eggs? She asked. No, I said. Eggs comes from an animal. Oh, ok, she said.
We ordered our brunches and chatted amiably. We lingered, trying to decide what to do next. Finally, we put money in the meters and decided to walk along Queen St. West until Trinity Bellwoods park, "window shopping" both sides of the street.
At that time in the morning there were mostly drunks and homeless about. We literally had to step over someone who was passed out to get into a chi-chi boutique. We seriously considered getting pink, green and brown cowboy boots ($300), and kooky sweaters ($150) from Preloved. We had lunch several hours later at Terroni - a shared pizza and wine and beer. My friend got a little drunk. We then stumbled into Cabaret and tried on vintage clothes. In the basement we tried on every ladies single coat. I ended up buying a 50's black persian lamb swing coat with a black mink collar ($240; initials "JR" inside). She bought a full length black velvet military-style coat from the 60's - I forget how much. These coats are actually amazing. I needed a new winter coat! And now I officially wear fur, which I have mixed feelings about.
My mum had a full length grey persian lamb (I believe my sister has it now; I seem to remember it was cut into a jacket for her), a seal swing coat (long gone; how I loved to snooze against it in church), and a full length black mink (again, with my sister I believe). Those, plus a few stoles and wraps. The furs were kept in a special cedar lined closet outside my bedroom door. Just the furs and my dad's guns were kept in there.
After the coats we needed coffee and cigarettes. We both had parking tickets. We drove back to my house and sat in the backyard smoking and talking and drinking water and coffee while Nick bbq'd ribs on his new bbq.
Monday, September 26, 2005
And A Good Time Was Had By All
It was a smallish party but a goodish party. As usual there was way too much food, plenty to drink, fun people, and lots of dope. I went overboard by getting custom t-shirts made for the September birthday boys and a DQ ice cream cake (actually, it was annihilated due to onset of munchies). The BBQ was a massive hit - maybe the best birthday gift I ever got Nick?!?! It's a Weber One Touch Gold 22.5 inches. Whatever.
Hanging out on the terrace was one of my favourite parts. Seeing my friend Jen who just got back from her honeymoon also rocked. The dog, normally a shy and timid girl who hides upstairs when strangers come, is hereby known as "party puppy" because of her sociable antics.
It was a smallish party but a goodish party. As usual there was way too much food, plenty to drink, fun people, and lots of dope. I went overboard by getting custom t-shirts made for the September birthday boys and a DQ ice cream cake (actually, it was annihilated due to onset of munchies). The BBQ was a massive hit - maybe the best birthday gift I ever got Nick?!?! It's a Weber One Touch Gold 22.5 inches. Whatever.
Hanging out on the terrace was one of my favourite parts. Seeing my friend Jen who just got back from her honeymoon also rocked. The dog, normally a shy and timid girl who hides upstairs when strangers come, is hereby known as "party puppy" because of her sociable antics.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
R.I.P Anton
The Anton Maiden dude is dead. Did I know this? How sad. One of the first funny things I ever emailed to anyone else. Some of his music and more info here.
The Anton Maiden dude is dead. Did I know this? How sad. One of the first funny things I ever emailed to anyone else. Some of his music and more info here.
Yes, I Have A Crush On The 40-Year Old Virgin
I just love him and his friends and I would sleep with them all. But mostly Steve Carell. What was with all that hair though? He had a rug on his chest and not one single hair on his back. Weird.
I just love him and his friends and I would sleep with them all. But mostly Steve Carell. What was with all that hair though? He had a rug on his chest and not one single hair on his back. Weird.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Back To School
I've been taking a course all week and tomorrow is the assessment. I actually have to study and prepare for this, which is weird and something I'm terrible at.
I've been taking a course all week and tomorrow is the assessment. I actually have to study and prepare for this, which is weird and something I'm terrible at.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Thursday, September 08, 2005
It's Sure Be A Whole Lot Cooler If You Did
Forgive me for wetting my pants, but here's a guy I'd like to know. He's one hot tamale who enjoys nudity, the bongos and weed. Just like me.
Forgive me for wetting my pants, but here's a guy I'd like to know. He's one hot tamale who enjoys nudity, the bongos and weed. Just like me.
