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to be enjoyed nocturnally

Hello y’all. Girl with crazy life with no life is writing to you on a Friday night. It’s boring and I like it! Oh and that pineapple was full of booze. Delicious. Not ours but I imbibed. If you bring a to-go pineapple, we can be friends.

We drove up and down looking for thai, which was closed.

She’s the Wizard of Emerald City. I could pull those boots off maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to her?

This pic is so Tim Burton.

I love this love love love it.

I ate this entire brie appetizer, not the chutney though. Hangover walk of fame meal and I actually lost weight this trip.

My birthday is soon. Usually around St. Pat’s I start to get all, ooh birthday ooh don’t care but kind of care. I think it’s mostly anticipation excitement cos normally nothing’s really going on.

Ireland Emerald city rules.

Pre-gamed here. After the night prior’s festivities it took a bit of gentle easing back into the saddle a bit, a lot of a bit. We hogged up the jukebox and I got to feel what a fresh stack of new American 1’s feel like before unsheathed. Like fake money out of Hollywood.

This became juice. Amazing.

Probably about the most painful place to be before catching a plane, but also awesome.

This is my new desktop bg.

Never a dull moment.

I am hella glad Leslie insisted I wear this dress because the singer of this band we saw was wearing a cute little green dress while they were performing at Chicki Wah Wah and I would have jumped out of a window of jealousy if I wasn’t in a dress. Moral of the story: always wear a dress.

This pineapple belonged to the people who sent us drinks over. How cordial. It was a sloppy night. I think I am embracing my bohemian side. Maybe it is spring. Canadians have it rough, you forget this shit about yourself until you get a good dose of Vitamin D.

I hope they are still alive and thriving nicely.

Can’t finish? No problem. This pitcher was cheaper than a pint. $2 for a pitcher. I love America.

The man.

Rice beans by band versus..

These ones. And by the way, I get the whole rice and beans thing now. My dad loves beans and for my entire life I have made beans (British) jokes about it. Like, an entire plate of baked brown beans? Ew. This way I get.

Have you been noticing the Kurt Cobain case floating around the wires out there. It’s saddening all over again.

I am so happy it is sunny right now. The lake looks beautiful, sparkling, my arms are hot from its rays. Come on spring!!

And then it was over. I was pumped to have this seat. I got long legs.

Airport desolation, beautiful, art.

They’ve taken a lot of heat lately too, the missing flight, another one crashed before it left the ground. You can’t live your life being scared of everything all the time or what-ifs but let me tell you, lots of scary thoughts definitely went through my head during my travels. Oh, namely being false-brave suicidal, “I am ready to die”-like. Because what can you do? Nothing. But then you land and you survive and life goes on. We had a lot of turbulence flying from Dallas, straight off the bat it was choppy and the sky was a gorgeous retro fade sunset and we were dipping and on our side going through bumps. The lady beside me got out her prayer beads and I was like I don’t think that’s gonna help but you’re adorable for trying. Then I filled out her customs form, which you know about already. But anyway here I am now writing this.

And part of my last meal in Texas. I lost my appetite at the country club then I was like, I am having a steak when I land and it’s going to be glorious, cozy, everything for every feeling that there is! I had the Tenderloin tamales instead.

Which by all accounts were amazing. But I still haven’t nabbed my steak hankering so there’s a 100% chance that I will be eating a steak sometime this week.

BTW me Friday. Right after I hit publish this hair will be going Little Mermaid Ariel red.

Damara came over yesterday. I didn’t want to go to Toronto. Yeah, exactly, you get your ass out here instead dammit! We had a great dinner and lazy Saturday indulgences. I peeked at the bday gift she brought me too… wow.

I practiced singing the one song I am most obsessed with right now quite a bit this weekend. I want to make people cry (in a good way) when I sing. Damara listened on and said it was good. Work bestie heard my recording of it and was also floored so, I am excited to embark on my next new thing which is being a jazz singer bahahah. I wrote that on a plantation postcard I bought from the airport (I bought a whole pack) for Damara. What are you supposed to write on postcards, no matter what it all sounds pretentious. Hi, this is the weather, I ate that, we are going there and, see you soon etc. People should write the most insane things possible on postcards. I know I do.

This is from the scrapbook I made in Maine when I lived there for three months. I am thinking more and more that my story, or my book, is far richer than even I can possibly imagine and it shouldn’t be some shoe-horn buzzwordy try-hard social media snapshot of what I think people want to hear but should actually be of what people want to hear. I’m not going to over think it (yes I am) I’m just going to do it.

I promise I will never pose like this again. Promise not guaranteed.

I love lunch time because it’s a manner in which one can express themselves and then you instagram it and for days you get to consider your decision and then everyone weighs in on it like it’s a thing and I am sorry but, everyone eats.

We need trees like these.

I was re-booked on a flight to Chicago because my Dallas connection was delayed and I would not have made the Nola one. I was paged for a half hour then given attitude by the flight attendant. It’s pretty much guaranteed that I get attitude when I travel. You learn a lot about all sorts of people when moving about.

And well, that’s that.

13 thoughts on “to be enjoyed nocturnally

  1. I’ve had that air travel, ‘ready to die’ feeling. And yes I’ve noticed the renewed Cobain talk. Huh. I feel kind of dark all of the sudden. Looks like you had a nice time. I am dying for spring. What is it with this country? I think this is going to be a legendary summer… pretty sure I always say that though. Hi Raymi.

  2. Looks like a lovely time was had by Rayms in the N O.

    Loves the pineapple drinks, As a kid I used to cut the top off pineapples/coconuts and put pineapple crush pop in it with a tazmanian devil straw. So fashionable.

    Also love your meals, look soo yummy!!

    And them houses look a lot like newfoundland. Grand variety color and boxed designs. PS: Please bring us back a healthy dose of dat vitamin D sunshineaymi :D

  3. This was beautiful: “You can’t live your life being scared of everything all the time or what-ifs but let me tell you, lots of scary thoughts definitely went through my head during my travels. Oh, namely being false-brave suicidal, “I am ready to die”-like. Because what can you do? Nothing. But then you land and you survive and life goes on.”

  4. . People should write the most insane things possible on postcards. I know I do.

    for sure, like Post secret

    If you’re going down, you’re going down
    just get it over quickly and don’t let it hurt is one thought

    Great post and shots, miss this place!

  5. As soon as I saw the sign for Magazine St. I was reminded of a great book, ‘Off Magazine Street’. New Orleans is a character just as much as the people are. Just like ‘Heart is a Lonely Hunter’, where the setting is really the protag. The two books are woven together and further woven into a film called ‘A Love Song For Bobby Long’ if you don’t read much. And you Raymi are Bobby Long, or at least you will be SOMEDAY…. <3

  6. Love looking through these pictures. You look gorg! The Cobain tawk has definitely intensified round here (Seattle–makes sense) because 1. it’s coming up on the 20th anniversary of his death (!) and 2. Nirvana is going to be inducted into the Hall of Fame on April 10th. I plan on wearing my “Kurt jeans” and listening to “In Utero” all day. Maybe.

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