auntie winnie’s 80th birthday jam

outfit, check. pretty much what i wore friday ‘cept with hosiery and heels.

my niece is growin’ like a weed, man. she’ll be 11 in september, jeez.

gorge spread.

uncle, cousin, mom. check ‘em out back in the day…

the blond hippie hipster is my dad, nice.

partyin’ away.

mom was jeals of my skirt.

uncle mike spent the duration of the afternoon on the phone, in his black socks. my family is insane. accidentally punched a hole or two into that mat, sorry!

auntie winnie is my nana’s sister. they’re neighbours now. so cute.

papa and uncle jim (jim is winnie’s man). i gave papa a postcard of jack kerouac and he sat like a gentleman all afternoon, showing it to anyone who would come near. adorable.

birthday girl. winnie put all her loot ($) in a ziploc baggy. aw.

bros.

what’s with the no shoes, are you guys monks?

how do i get my brother to start dressing like a hipster?

hideaway hangout.

when we first arrived nana goes oh i had a dream about you last nite i’m all oh yeah (flattered) then my mom was like shut up shut up to her nana proceeds saying i was in the hospital (ugh) and they were trying to figure out why i had collapsed like that and the doctor said i had alcohol poisoning right at the exact moment i picked up a glass of wine for my first well-deserved family tranquilizing sip. because i was wearing heels i extra-towered over nana. she kissed me on the shirt and hugged me i was thinking ok do you feel better now that you let that out? later on she got cut and danced to no music in the living room. score one raymi.

i really like that painting.

i had a feeling the rest of the clan was hiding out downstairs.

self-portrait 34873429580907.

i tricked my brother into taking more photos of me by complimenting one he took at canada’s wonderland.

signature family gritchy face we all make when mom gets on our nerves or someone is talking too much.

sigh, my babe cousin leigh. she’s a hair taller than me and 2 years younger. check out her cheekbones. unfair.

cake time.

another family babe, cousin lisa. she has always been one of the sweetest and most tolerant of all the kids running and screaming around, no idea how.

birthday girl hat.

can you picture 80?

i have fifty conflicting stupid captions so nevermind.

i’m sorry but it’s the dress doing the game show pose, not i.

i wanted a flat foot photo (as evidence?) because i am competitive like that. i lost.

talking while posing = muppet.

nana wanted in on the pose-off. nice how leigh got her mug in the bg.

my brother’s in for it man.

every time we look at hailey collectively we sigh our balls off. she’s going to be tall.

ugh. that’s me in grade 9 so like 14/15? here’s another snap of it where you can see my white socks/black pants what the hell right? no H&Ms when we were kids that’s for sure. that would also be leigh on the right.

jammin’ out.

more mirrors, more me.

papa with some crumbs on his face.

ok that’s all folks. payce.

oh wait here’s some of my mom’s pictures.