last nite i dressed like a potato

does anyone know if the renovations at the h&m on bloor are finished yet?

last nite i interviewed george for the music therapy trust fund at the steamwhistle for weaselpalooza’s fundraiser/silent auction, gill came at me and said hey strombo’s coming interview him. what? me? ok! what? i was going to wing it and try to be funny and ask some dumb question but then i saw this other girl writing things down AND she had some sort of recording device what!? so melodie gave me a few questions cos my mind was totally blank and off i went. hey hi how are you remember me oh yeah great what are you doing here oh you know jusshangin’ ok i’m going to ask you some questions now blalblabllalaha. i recorded it with my camera, and half way through that kid rock guy (the original, you out of torontonians have no idea, but we have our own kid rock here, it’s true, before kid rock was kid rock, WE had kid rock) shows up and shoves his camera in george’s face i’m all uh interview going on here. george is buddies with our friend jeff marek, who now hosts hockey night in canada on sirius satellite radio, and also looks like christian bale, so we had to tell george that his friend looks like batman, here is the original post where i expose jeff’s baleness, excuse the full on haggardness of my face in that one picture, yikes!

this is what our kid rock looks like, he has a website too, i don’t want to link to it, you can just google it:

he’s basically like russell oliver aka the cash man, a total fucking institution, for the sole reason of over the top and constant self-promotion.

we caught a new commercial for russell oliver on the spanish channel last nite when we were looking for porn, the dude knows his audience, this specific commercial stars russell and a few slutty chicks partying down to techno music and a bunch of cheesy graphics.

fil had a nap before we went out.

so at this auction i bid on like 10 things, i was out of control, those bright white lights and the fresh pages in front of all the items, and the jack daniels, and the pens, yeah totally i need a melted vinyl record molded into a bracelet, and fil, he needs a 200 dollar guitar signed by lenny kravitz (that was his doing, he said he was going to flip it on ebay, i’m glad he was outbid on that). i won nothing. not even the fucking girl’s movie night dvds that i was first to bid on and was expressly told there were three sets for that (WENDI I WANT MONA LISA SMILE!) all i wanted was to see my stupid name on that power point thing at the end. sigh.

other than all that it was a complete fucking gong show which equals totally awesome time, everyone got sloppy and stupid, i had a lot of fun, and there were lots of fancy snacks! next time can you assholes tell me to take off my media badge necklace though, i missed the memo on that, holy umburrussing!

oysters!

so much for my diet!

i almost bid on that bag of chocolate, then i remembered i’m not a fat ass, and i don’t like chocolate. i’d give it to my dad.

i didn’t win that kurt painting either.

so glad he didn’t win this.

oh and here are my big hangover tits the second i woke up this morning, yeah yeah they’re not colossal, over it already.

eskimo hangover.

everyone went to wrongbar, we didn’t go, it was 20 after 1, we were already cocked and just wanted to go home and bang, and we did. brad was so junked up (drunk) he told me he was going to karate chop me in my fucking face, that kid weighs like 93lbs i threw him into a wall with one finger. oh and he forgot to get the jagermeister underwear he won out of my purse and fil is wearing it right now, with the matching t-shirt i won for him, burn on brad.

what did you kids get up to last nite?

good news i found this year’s suit

then to set the mood, slip into the evening seamlessly like so