i’m not creepy i swear. SWEARSIES. if you’re reading that is but if you’re not – SO creeptastic. sorry for asking you if you twittered.

and the winner is me.

humongous glaring Entrée error. lacquered port AND lacquered port.

k gotta run bai.

tonite we are going to the juno awards dinner gala – i am famished. one more hour plusish to go. then the gibson party is tonite. sooooo many artist/celebs have rsvp’d for it so picture me tonite drunk and gawping like a dying fish and being totally starstruck but trying to play it cool but failing miserably. i’m wearing my peacock kaftan to the gala, gibson party outfit not sure yet. today has been the worst hangover so far for us i haven’t left the hotel room. i had microwave macaroni in the tub and felt like complete shit what a waste of water and time, got out and showered. by the time we head home i’ll be sync’d up to west coast time, how superbly fucking great. ok i have to start getting ready now my hair dampness is at that crucial point of no return if i don’t get on it pronto.

otherwise i will look like this (i braided my hair yesterday) i didn’t buy that, i said i don’t want to encourage her and the vintage store guy was like aw but that’s pre-crazy paula.

seriously who broke my glasses i won’t be mad you can tell me.

belted this thing is phenomenal.

thanks brad. sold. just you wait skinny day, i have a prize in store for you. it’s me and my camel toe.

took this same picture four years ago. i was fatter and had crappy platinum blond hair and bangs. ugh.

juno cup at UBC, took the gibson bus there. amazing.

go dinky!

uh oh. apparently rappers rap about patron. hahahah.

well played, sir.

nhl greats vs. rockers. you name it, they were there.

hahah devil horns, has no one received the memo i sent out regarding them? also my orange hat is a hit on these streets people are so vocal here, it’s growing on me. toronto needs to sort some shit out.

seriously go here i’ll do a proper post later of more of the interior. they were very nice and the finds there are insane. INSANE.

oliver tweest.

aw love these guys. when they left at 3? we had a nice time watching a dude sleep stand resting against brad’s u-haul van.

look alicia TROLLERSKATES! is that what asshole commenters on the internet wear when they leave their stupid opinions all over the place?

can you imagine a grand piano on a bus? ridiculous.

keira didn’t buy this cos she is not impulsive like me. if i’d have tried it on you know it’d be mine. it even has slits for geisha knives in the sleeve.

sold.

aw someone’s grandmar made that mickey and they don’t even care.

brad attack. he actually worked out at the crack of dawn in the gym.

hahaha too rich.

i’m gonna regret that energy drink.

turns out you need to stretch before you go full throttle. i cracked my knee pretty hard.

this is my favourite thing on the bowling roof of toys.

i want it.

these guys are wicked. who are they? anyone? delhi 2 dublin i knew they were familiar. they do some beasties robot poses near the end.

ripped these from keira’s post.

i am cherokee.

getting my bowling outfit together.

mutton chops? fil is v tired he finally hit the wall i hit the day before. he drove all the way out to abbotsford to chad kroeger’s compound to deliver a custom 20k gibson guitar that will be unveiled at the junos. dude’s like upper echelon hollywood rich the place was incredible, lets leave it at that.

bumped into an awesome street show on the way to bowling.

awesome kid talking mad shit about the french crabby owner man who laced the inner-roof with crazy toys and junk. got it on video.

anytime you need a picture ruined i’m your girl. hi rebecca!

a classy moment in time. plenty more to come.

fil won. he sucked terribly until i taught him how to aim. dick.

my signature move is to hook my right foot behind like on tv.

ciavarro and patz came out too, you’ll see their mugs in the next post.

last last nite.

ugh. i am SO happy i didn’t chow down on anything before bed. thank you fil for listening to me when i told you not to let me do that. oh yeah we stupidly ended the nite at this fake irish bar called ceili’s and it smelled putrid and sour, everyone said it was bleach (i don’t know what that smells like cos i am a hippie with flowers in my hair) but to me it was just stench so foul i only had a water then we packed’er in.

ga-blah. that’s the noise i make when i burp, it is a nice sound.

turns out the pool/tub across the way does not belong to our hotel. boo. ours is indoors and shittier. oh well, gonna hit it today anyway.

this is the shirt steph wore for her kevin bacon footloose halloween costume. fits like a dream. i was able to rid this other sweatshirt i had that fit way too baggy on me.

having fun much?

when fil is stressed out or i say something that annoys him he puts his hand on his face like that then i know to shut it for a minute. but sometimes i don’t.

don’t look in there if you are on your menses you will kill yourself.

brad will be here around 8 or so and he gets the bed cos he’s been traveling cross the nayshe on the gibson bus. we’ll be taking the pull-out.

my garbage. i had to buy more shampoos and conditioners, mini bottles. i wanted ONE little bar of soap cos we forgot ours and the hotel stuff is too slick. vancouver water is harder than toronto’s i feel like i’m not getting clean, nothing’s absorbing. fight me on this all you want fil said so the end stamped it.

fil’s organized life. ernie and bert much?

ready to hit the streets.

not with these cats though they have a special delivery to make.

no matter my babysitter just arrived. she just got the same boots as me too, diff shade though. phewf.

we’re walkin’ right and i’m like so what should i take a picture of it all kinda looks the same every corner so i closed my eyes and blasted off some shots.

finally something happens. good one mitzie.

feelin’ a little douchey whatever it’s yaletown, that’s like the law right?

this place did elizabeth’s wedding bouqet.

cute.

then i read some books with russell crowe (gladiator/colosseum joke whtvs)

ok keira will be here soon (she blogged some of the shitty goodness of last nite) we’re gonna hit the pool at some point and the hot tub then elizabeth will show too, we have to stuff some gift bags for the gibson party, actually excited for that activity i like putting together pretty things. i want some good sushi, no more shitty bar food i don’t want to be a bloaty blimp for the rest of this trip.

oh and the booze here is not cheap no wonder y’all smoke weed. when fil finds out how much a small bottle of reisling plus mickey of vodka was he is going to have an aneurysm.

aw thanks for blowing my ego vancouverista <3

just illin’

yes guy. i am not a good scene when it comes to air play. i require many a chill tablet and drink. wait, don’t i always? nevermore, no customs to worry about so i didn’t evacuate my bowels. good.

pinker in real life, i found it on some cutesy valentine’s day gift for yer girl site, sorry can’t remember i’ll try and figure it out when i get home.

err maybe it’s time to change my wallpaper. (i did)

no way rip-off dicklickers.

bummin’, time for solitaire and deleting scandalous photos from my documents while dude behind me has a perfectly nice view of it all.

went to grab some ‘zines and in the time that took fil had wolfed half of this club.

there’s our plane oh great it’s raining.

finally. relax the rye was fil’s, we had two rounds and some oprah.

stayin’ on top of things.

guy beside fil, super stoic, so much so thought he was a marshal. fil says they don’t exist in canada. whatever, stoic dudes whom pysche you into thinking they do, EXIST!

guys behind me blabbed their fuckin’ heads off. v annoying.

fabulously flattering lighting.

oh and here we are and look it’s keira and amy down for tyin’ one on.

then we ate pie and played scrabble and charades. i won over amy when i made her laugh choke on her beer once keira was talking about her friend who just graduated from high school and i said YOU’RE FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE IN HIGH SCHOOL? she was about to say the exact same thing. then we realized a good buzz was on the horizon.

wolfed these down too and took turns gawping at the hot tub sausagefest party and got busted for it numerous times.

sass‘ home away from home.

goon operator.

we went to doolin’s and it was um, loud. don’t suburban kids have their own scene to hold court back in the um, suburbs? (don’t get me started on the downstairs area) we inhaled these in a matter of minutes.

shit photo, coulda done with more sour cream.

stay classy, nelson cafe.

starting to feel the j-lag.

more our speed. an artist was removing her work when we came in, been there honey.

kinda in a vortex here.

SURE lets get 1lb wings and a pint for ten bucks, smart idea! i mean we only just ate 3 minutes ago.

wayne meet garth. garth, wayne.

keira does a good drunk.

wait wait i want to be slutty in this one too.

and now i am just being romantic, no fuckin’ b-deal.

thunder stolen again.

oh fuck. i’m fasting the rest of this trip that’s IT.

i think the only thing to have made last nite’s sophistication meter explode off the charts would’ve been to end the evening at the penthouse. oh yeah on our way back to our hotel i saw the hottest prostitute ever and these guys rounded the corner for her. score! in toronto our street walkers aren’t so clean. not that i am an expert on the matter. another toronto/vancouver difference is the forwardedness of your drunk dudes, in toronto if you interact/make eye-contact it is just, it just doesn’t happen. whereas here you guys just won’t shut the fuck up, and you’re really grabby too. way ballsy.

i got the jamaican jerk, pretty much immediately regretted it. drank not even 1/4 of my kokanee, ate like three wings. keira couldn’t deal either.

fil was like it’s too early but mom said no time for bed. so he got a tequila for one. aw.

me right now, why do hotel/vacations give me dreadlocks?