Raymi and Reagan down the rabbit hole
Colleague set the camera settings to IMPOSSIBLE so we had a bit of a learning curve.
Luckily another adorable party photogress was there to capture our beauty.
I should do a post round-up of all last night’s party style shots of my perfect hands, I didn’t even have to enforce this on her, she requested it. I like getting honed in on at parties, I spy the encircling cameras out of my periphery and then at the right moment when eye-contact is permissible I nod and wink in a Clive Owen manner, the crowd parts and I take game show stance, flash ‘em the Vanna Whites and give them my card. I know that was money and I want it for my blob.
Nus was at the bar with Chris Brooker (a name that escapes me whenever I see him) to which I introduced him to Reagan by and he was no longer my enemy. I said to Michael (Nus) you can buy us a drink, he laughed, we left. I don’t blame him at those Boutique hotel prices. VICheapskates.
Ooh la la then I see my girls.
Christine, grab my suspenders, and Reg, lets pretend to kis- snap. Before they had a chance to contest, it was a perfect family portrait and I, am a genius. You’re welcome for that gals. I really wish I dragged you off with us, you’d have some def secret bloggers club skeletons to come out of the rest of your night, or blackmail material. Kidding! I’m an angel!
It was freezing out there but I brought my sweater, Ironic Swank juxtaposition look. Saw a guy hipster version outfit of me in the lounge downstairs, how cunning of him but anyway, when you wear black to an event, prepare to be missing your body parts in photos. Also, black makes you look hard see: OLD. So be careful.
I’m going to do the dead man’s float in that pool next year or if I get wasted enough at another party up there I’ll jump in Big Brother UK styles, that would for sure guarantee making the papers. Which is one of my SOCIAL MEDIA TIPS: Make the paper at least MONTHLY.
Christine what were we talking about here and can you give me your VIA Rail job I want to go to the East Coast and see my Little Raymis out there. (REVEAL YOURSELVES!) if you want links then you have to comment on my blob. #rules.
Classic bathroom shots, all people know this is Thompson bathroom, I didn’t know that til I posted pics of Jen and I in them. HOT.
Lets bounce. There was a guy up there that I wrote a little awkward anecdote about on my tumblr yesterday.
And so, I decided to take “MY BRAND” elsewhere.
My pink earrings matched this deflated vagina at least. AT LEAST!
So I’ve made some new friends, old time readers of my blog I ran in to at Portishead. Do you know any other rock and roller type bloggers who went to Portishead like I did? haha I don’t know what that has to do with anything other than I am not a poseur and these were coveted tickets like, the weeks and weeks of text arguments with my set of pals who wanted to be my plus one for it, Darius better start carrying a bow staff.
Did you know that I am also part native? Looks like it here. I am modelling a homemade bondage jacket. Poorly.
I’m like, Reagan, do you want to go to my friend’s place where there is like $20000 worth of adult toys? I mean, kooky action figurines? And like, some of them are freaks? I knew she’d be down. She said it was way more her kind of party. Carry on then!
I’m going to feature the artist of many of these emo detailed freakish sexual gothic pieces of art. Also a new friend.
Everyone gets a moustache photo taken when they visit, mine was last week after the Susan Sarandon ping pong party (isn’t that a great name for a variety show? No problem!)(Ps. Susan reads my blob now)(just kidding)(No I’m not)(yes I am)(just kidding)(just kidding)(Kristin Wiig rules). Ew look what I found, hate on KW. Wtf?
I love this bitch.
LA RAZA! Spanish for respect. Remember that!
I’ve been doing triceps like crazy right now since seeing these. I’m a lightweight again but I need to keep my tone. My torso looks like an arachnid now cos I’ve been doing mad sit ups.
Are we steam punks? I say homies.
I don’t even know what that is.
This was a very fun time.
Enhanced only by a three-legged replica of our family’s first ever and longest owned/lived/adored cat, a siamese. her name was Mocha and that is what I am calling this guy, which I told everyone and no one cared. Fine. I bet my dad and mum’s eyes are misting over right now.
Mom you have to meet this cat, it lets you cuddle it. It’s Mocha’s second chance plus 3 LEGS! Burly!
Thank god they don’t have that “rubics cube” I exploded into pieces at Harth which made me forget my cell charger for the weekend there when I put it down out of humiliation during my standing ovation for said exploding of a rubics cube in disguise. Don’t you feel like this should be in a book and you’re lying down in bed right now? Should I lose this too casual conversational tone I’ve affected over the years cos I think I am “all that” and a “bag” of “chips”?
Think it’s time for a Raymi Stella doggy walky break. REAGAN RAYMI SHOW RETURNS LATER!
That is a fantastic place. Please take me there one day.
Raymi. You are super hot in ur bear outfit. Keep that shit up. Great stems
email me your beeper
angelo come to haunted harem and ill eat you https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=164983183589977&ref=ts
Devicfotos!! that girl used to take pictures of me when she was in high school!! #OG
Here’s a question for you to address in a future seminar when you’re getting your smart on: are bloggy world and social media world the same thing? Are they interchangable?
somewhat but there is still seniority, phonies, coat tailers, and nerds in disguise. I sense a change in the waters though.
#rules!
i think we were talking about our loved of UK Big Brother in that shot and how i know the first girl that got voted off cos we worked together once. total bitch.
and the Via Rail thing was a one-off, methinks! but if it ever comes up again, i will fold you up and put you in my carry-on luggage. no one will notice. you’re bendy enough, n’est-ce pas?
“Somewhat”? Can you be more specific please as the definition of Social Media includes user generated content.
blahaha serge are you for real? “social media” can somewhat suck my f-ing dick for all i care. cat’s out of the bag, it’s a circle jerk of jerks and jack-offs.
Can I adopt Moacha lookalike? Nose kisses for that cat.xx
What is it with broads in this city needing to take pictures of themselves in the Thompson bathroom. I mean, I’m not hating. I am all for women self portraiting and posting it on the Internet, but dag, is it just that the lighting’s hella good in there or what?
try-hards. i didnt know it had any signif whatsoever til a socialitey type guy made a comment about it over summer to me. I was just capturing jenny and I looking hot.
Can you buy me the helmut rock for Xmas?
Stupid corporate sponsors worrying about image. If they only knew, I they only knew. Oh well fuck them! Keep them titties up and kick them in da nuts! …..btw hi!
but I love your “too casual conversational tone”. uh huh that’s riiiight.
I think kristin wig is hilarous.
saw you at fashion week event – got a case of the shys so didn’t say hi – hope you had a good soiree too.
aw thats too bad but understandable, fashion shit puts me/people on edge haha. we missed our shows but had a fund time nonetheless.
I saw the invite to that Thompson party. It had “bait and switch” written all over it. Pretend it’s VIP, but get there and realize it’s the one time of the year they let anyone and everyone up there to spend $12 per drink.
A regular Thursday or Saturday night at the Thompson is way more VIP than that event,judging from your pics. Good call bailing.
Yeah, I’m a snob. Oh well.
i did not say the party was vip, i said i was lol but yeah i feel you. every venue has it’s “night” for regulars and for events.
What event did you go to with the Wineladies?
foodlicious or something. everyone was there.
@ liz I type like i am a lounge lizard. are you on %$^#^% twitter yet?
nope. but I’m here and I’m queer (get used to it).
well thanks for inviting Lois and I
i found out yesterday afternoon MOTHER and the tickets are expensive
I see you found the life-sized sculpture of my wang. Now I know where you heard of it.
With regards to the drink, I owe you one. I’m partial to old fashioneds. Wanna try one with me at the Drake?
tewtally maybe next lifetime when i have a free night