new orleans-bound tomorrow kids.

crystal rolls lunch special.

if offered jasmine tea, say no, it’s not free, or even very good.

209 CAD for 200 USD.

birthday spoilings.

i’ll blow this guy when i get back.

lunch special includes soup, salad, spring roll and rice (no rice if your dish consists of noodles and what-not) this is a pumpkin soup with a huge hint of coconut, v. good.

some mango slivers in there, quite interesting and light, i’d like to parody something like it one day for snacks.

the never-ending cardigan wearing cardigan.

luckily they totally ignore you at crystal rolls, or pretend to, when you’re taking oliver twist eating gruel imitation shots of yourself in the empty restaurant. the lunch special is served ’til 4.30pm

treated myself to some carbs i figure i’m pre-menses and need the boost and i’m about to embark on an eating tour of the french quarter so may as well bone up the palette some.

barely ate half, got the rest to go including spring roll for fil.

it’s time for a stand-up tan!

feelin’ a bit barfy, i really have to stop dining on asian cuisine and tanning less than 3 minutes afterward, i really thought i would spew or crap the booth.

it’s the super stand-up, i do 8 minutes, which equals roughly 14 minutes regular bed.

sir mix a lot was on the radio during my go at’er then some cheesy r’n b garbage.

what? sure! where!?

next felt dude is sure gonna be flamboyant.

matchingish hippie’d out bracelets for monstergirl and i, she gets to decide which one is less gay for her.

haha look at cid the acorn on steroids.

rilah‘s gift.

o’kai laundry goes in the dryer now bye!

oh kirsty‘s present came!

summore art currently at lonsdale gallery

then off to yorkdale mall (that place is way craze on a saturday, don’t go if you can avoid it) to get a birthday suit.

STOP eating these things!

leafs fans are a bunch of hosers eh carol?

this guy was totally fighting with his wife.

apocalyptic apartment building.

bye!

at bar mercurio

our waitress was a bit of a dingbat last nite, oh well.

when picking up fil’s calamari the tentacles fell to the floor, we are starving and saw it happen, she comes over and says ok i owe you an after dinner drink cos i dropped part of this but it was the icky part anyway. to which i say um, that’s his favourite part! you don’t tell the customer that part of their food is icky! idiot.

still the best carpaccio i have ever had, last nite it was extra amazing.

my boston salad, the waitress took my menu away before i could take a picture of it listed on the menu (another smooth move) basically it has red peppers, bacon, bocconcini and this crazy creamy smoky chipotle-style dressing (a bit over dressed though cos it’s so rich).

the bacon was insane.

fil’s too-vinegary pear mushroom and other stuff salad.

the free drink fil let me have (told her it was my birthday) you could tell she regretted offering a free drink and was miffed we weren’t ordering dessert or coffee and then walked around ignoring us for the rest of the nite, we had to get another server to take fil’s card. she also convinced me to get the chianti instead of the house red i wanted (cheap, i like cheap) and cos i was put on the spot i felt like a pauper so i went with her stupid suggestion, and was unpleasantly surprised when the bill came 12.25! for a glass of red wine that wasn’t even very good! stick to your guns people, if you want the house, tell the server to shut up and get you it.

that martini was way too dirty.

then we walked to queen video and rented margot at the wedding (loved it!) and i am legend (meh) and got a bottle of wine from the wine store at honest ed’s (ever been there, notice how the employees are way chipper like, free wine samples all day long or just cuckoo bananas?) and also bought a salad spinner at honest ed’s (finally!) and some sequins and hair elastics.

then i gave fil a thigh calf massage during i am legend using the stuff henna gave me, it is incredible, the body polish. i also did the hair treatment yesterday and it worked, new addiction.

ok back to margot at the wedding, if you know anything about me then you know i have a total thing for any piece of work having anything to do with crazy eccentric ladies in whimsical clothing, oh swoon.

people who talk shit about nicole kidman’s waify ghostlike look are so pathetic, this is what perfection looks like, and you will never have it, so shut up. who cares if she’s had work done, wouldn’t you if you had the money and were in the industry where you make money off your appearance? is she supposed to throw in the towel and look like methface fergie?

it’s not her fault that you’ll never look 1/4 this good.

her character gets to a point where she’s too crazy though, i much prefer borderline looney tunes, ah well. still good.