shh an old lady is talking
we’re back, jet lagged. fil is wide awake, me, i could crash any moment. so many pictures to go through and videos and dumb stories. we had a wonderful time. i cried when we landed at midnite (toronto time) and it was officially my birthday and no balloons fell from the plane ceiling. forever an aging child i suppose.
here i am keeping fil company last nite he had to edit a bunch of photos for 9am this morning, this was after the warner after party at warehouse studios. so chi-chi.
getting ready, so so tired at this point and sucky i just wanted a cozy booth fireplace red wine mountain of steak, but i finally gave in.
last day at 25.
what a rip. no matter i bought five anyway.
when we entered the gala i thought mmmm salmon and then realised, not salmon. this was a fun experience despite having to inhale half a bottle of moet to get the nerve to introduce myself to feist. everyone was half in the bag/hung/drunk/tired so it was gong show circus blabbermouth with the best people watching outfits one could hope for. plus i was sitting beside mark (hi mark!) and he was on, i was on, blah blah bla lots of laughs. we had to beat it out of there cos fil was due to shoot something that ended up being cancelled cos said artist was not made up yet so we raced out for nothing while i was stuffing my maw with salmon and tenderloin and not gonna lie, i was l-i-v-i-d. just a tad. we got over it though.
first time being on the los angeles version of the gibson bus. such a dream.
how much do i want to go back here don’t ask.
before. preciousrebels are the peeps behind this amazing piece of work.
i think i’m gonna start buying lottery tickets or brad and i will finally start that side project duet act cos i’m kinda sick of pauper posing amongst the haves and drinking my anger away. yeah, cos it’s totally working.