Experience reviewer of the personal kind

Well mes amis, the family camera has been retrieved and now we may peep the evidence of last week’s bender known as NXNE. I feel like I barely did anything (aside from the parties) and yet this camera shows otherwise. Time and distance heals all. I completely forgot about this third-world toilet down in Tim‘s basement that the smart (or stupid) party people discovered and queued up for during the epic annual 159 Manning booze, bands, and bbq party Tim throws. Lets start at the beginning shall we then?

The smell of hot corn blanketed the kitchen and your body as you passed through it. The second we arrived I was compliment-attacked standing right beside one of the bubbling broiling pots about my dress and how pretty I looked. AW god bless hippie drunk hipster chicks! Had I not started drinking loads earlier I would have had better-equipped social skills to defend my it-girl shyness honour. Sometimes Torontonians are not social, they just aren’t, right? Also guys who fancy themselves big deals I find clam up a little bit.

Now Tim’s got a home to photograph and if The Selby is still at it then ding dong, we’re here.

Any guy with collectibles who throws a rager for stranger hipsters with so much fucking trust and honour or whatever is a nice guy. I bet he hid his best taxidermied posed squirrels though, he’s not stupid.

He’s also on my business card only because he just happened to be standing beside me during my gorgeous d-ball throw. I said yeah I can’t really throw these things and he goes yeah me either lol. I just liked that Strombo asked why Tim was wearing jeans when I tweeted it.

I gave him a stack for his collection of Timisms. By request!

It was a makeup melter that’s for sure though these last few heatwave days make that seem like a cakewalk now. Easy peasy.

Jam time with ShellShag and ps. Here is an actual rock review of all the bands and acts that played. I’m more of an EXPERIENCE reviewer of the personal kind. Ooh I smell a good blog title.

It makes me happy to see the CN Tower at a party in my line of sight it makes me feel on top of the world or more connected to my roots, my planet. It makes me feel more human than human. Shut up!

I was “too cool” to go up to Chris “the sloan guy” but I liked that he checked me out in my dress. I tell ya girls, white clothing makes people associate you as a delicate little princess flower if you can manage to not drink red wine or be a slob for a night it is worth all the attention you’re gonna get. Raymi Tip!

Oh hello risky business buddy. Bech & Teach wear the exact same glasses. I think it’s cute.

Sweet ampage.

They’re from BK.

I was gonna give the chick a doob as we were leaving cos they’re from out of town (was my logic) but I didn’t want to get stuck in a conversation so I didn’t and now I wish that I did. Meh.

Having a breastie you can communicate together telepathically with at parties so as not to show who you are making fun of or raising eyebrows at and freezing your face so they know to look over there is awesome. Don’t give me grief either because everybody does it and it’s not mean making fun of it’s just party shenans spectating. How many people do you think made fun of me that day for wearing that dress? It happens.

If you can’t laugh at yourself for shit like this then you’re taking yourself way too seriously. Instrument pyramids are an end-of-set rule to be made in to law if you’re going to be playing outdoors.

But if you’re a kazoo player I guess you’re SOL.


Hi Onizzler! Great givin’er with ya.

JULES! So bummed for you kid that someone ripped your iphone right out of your freaking hand. They’ll have bad shit befall them no doubt for living like a jerk-ass like that. Crime doesn’t pay!

I was pissed at myself for wearing my mary jane wedges and I blame Lauzzie cos she was going to wear wedges and Betty&Veronia Laurens™ have to be the same height at all times.


Now time for some Buck 65.

Time for pig.

The guy can rippity rap and beatbox, lyricist genius for sure.

Party packed but moveable.

Hey who’s your friend. Also note that guy’s epic accusatory storytelling face ahaha.

Vamp it up.

Where Lady Garbage is now :( RIP Kitten baby darling. Sigh.
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Hiya player haters how’s your lunch? This is me and Brian at the nxne party last night, it was a killer time I talked my face off and told all the right lies to the right people it was such a peach. Snoop Dogg did not make it out unfortch ha.

Who are these people? Who cares!

I walked all the way to the hyatt to get my badge in my wedges then to peter pan then to the hoxton, all in wedges, all in walking. It was a pretty fucking stupid idea if you ask me. Then I ended the night trying to double on Rebecca’s bike which was impossible so I ran along side her (and ahead) home, in wedges. Suffice it to say my right knee feels like it had surgery on it. Great!

Mr. Hollett is a fan of RTM.COM what what! Even knew who stupid (Rebecca) was! We talked about all kinds of shit. Better party pics to come later once I kiss enough event photog ass to get the good ones.

Picking up my badge, tough crowd, tough crowd. Just kidding the panels are down another way. Bumped into Meg Button and a guy and I was like did you learn anything today? SYNERGY ENGAGE ENGAGE baha. Meg’s hair is always stunning. I can’t wait to have long thick full hair again. People might kill themselves from jealousy.

Everyone made fun of me (jealous) for my “Oooooh” MEDIA pass. That’s right assholes bow before me I am the news now. Always was. Always will be. This just in I am going to the bathroom meet you in the lobby!

Rebecca went out in her pajamas last night and this smooth talker got her in to the party (and Jules) Jules was like we knew you would get us in blabbity blah I say the right things and it’s true. No those aren’t pajamas but she kept saying they (it?) were (was). I am drinking a gin fizz and I adore Peter Pan, why I never go there I don’t know. The inside is so charming. Drinks could be a bit cheaper though.

Jerk chicken caesar (with no croutons).

Let them eat soup!

On the phone with little Lois!

I wore bathing suit underwear. I did not flash any photographers cos I didn’t adequately girlscape before heading out. I have french hair shorts baha. SHH!

We annexed this corner and I hoarded it then made sure when I left it that other people would continue to hoard it in the event I might return (I didn’t!) it was a super fun time not a zoo like the opening night parties usually (always) are. Sometimes they’re nucking futs right!

Okay well that’s all the pics I have now we wait for the rest but in the mean time here’s some crap I ran out of time to blog yesterday. I would phone it in if I could I really would haha.

This belonged to Britt.

Heard you haven’t been working out as much lately. We should do something about that.

Where is my goddamn lighter bro! I can’t find it!

If you can’t be smart you can be adorkable. Speaking of, the other day I said facetiously on twitter, Blogging: no skills necessary. When clearly there are loads of skills necessary. True I am a shitty lazy blogger but still I am a GREAT blogger so that’s all I meant sorry for the epic confusion. Sometimes my humour goes over people’s heads and they think I’m being broad when I’m not. I’m talking about myself guys what you do on your own blogs is all you. Except from the parts that are ripped off from me lol.

Yeah guy. Zzzz. Feels like Friday so much. Back to work!

hey man watch the leather

lets begin with some nerd vanity poses.

almost done.

birthday roast.

some like it red.

let me take care of this.


wishing for?

birthday week has officially begun and oh what a week it is.

before all that i spent my hangover takin’ care of some biz.

an aft of “work”

and much needed sustenance.

you’re welcome nerds i have finally taken the twitter plunge but don’t get too excited i’m not “twittering” (STUPID WORD) as raymi personally, just as nxne so chill and apologies for getting your hopes up.

have a nice sunday.