here’s some more snaps from the country of T-Bayngin’ what i visited two weeks ago. i’d say this would only be about halfway through all of them, if that even. i have no idea what sort of order these fall on so get ready to ride the crazy train. enjoy…

this would be on our way to climb the mountain and right after the mayor waved at me shotgun in rye’s truck and i was wearing this bikini top. awesome.

put back many of these guys.

aside from coors light being an extended party weekend theme – taking emo pictures of inanimate things was a biggie. those skids were pretty big fans of emo raymi, who brought some rain with her. this is beautiful lake superior and i think the superior thing it has on lake ontario is it’s cleaner? actually haven’t got a clue about that but it’s got loads of islands floating around in it like something out of the beach or jurassic park. pretty tropical if you use your imagination hard enough.

sigh times three.

plenty of pretentious close-up lamp post shots.

well whaddya know, lookin’ pretty damn pleased with yourself over there.

oh hey who’s yer friend?

we were pretty blitzed, combo of hung + drunk still and walking around in useless circles then i noticed a light on during the day. kept it to myself as i felt like i had already overdone whatever was left in the humour of lamp posts dept.

you sir, are adorable.

somewhat noticeable, see the island after island after island, looks amazing with your own eyes like you could just swim out to them and live in a weed hippie commune with leonardo dicaprio.

ok i just figured out the rhythym, we’re goin’ backwards now, this is likely the first morning in Tbag so friday it was. maybe. who cares.

we climbed that motherfucker, hand over foot, pretty steep, got real dirty sweaty bitten and it was brilliant. drank fresh water too, dumped out water from the tap in place of spring water from a pool halfway up the mountain. those ten thousand pictures will appear another day.

way taller in real life i know people say that a lot cos they want you to understand what massive feels like.

i’m glad that pillow made the journey to tbay. the last thing i packed up before heading out was a wii remote, i would be in so much trouble if i forgot that. note to self and fil: get mario party.

emo moment trying to figure out what to do with our lives. still no answers.

self reflection ugh, what a drag. deep thoughts with the ceiling.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmm!!!!one11!

rye patiently waited while i took several shitty pictures of the berries. guys did we watched the strangers after this meal? i think we did.

in the pan. i asked barfskidskipanie if she cooked this much in the city. no way fuck no she replied. she ha tv dinners a lot and i like that she calls them that. she also mentioned that she says tv weird and that people point that out to her. i guess we all have our weird words.

the last picture taken from the nite before. another eerie emo lamp post.

we were yelling at the tops of our heads pretending to be those grade 8 grads from dazed and confused with the one beer bottle they get for one getting paddled, anyway, two cops pass us wearing black gloves (seriously the entire street was silent save for us what are you expecting to find a tumbleweed?) rye chucks the bottle onto someone’s lawn, there’s a cruiser at the other end of the street blocking us (yeah way to go we are such trouble on the move pfft) so we are forced to pass them. we nod hello at each other and that was it. oh but before that i deleted like 10 pictures off my camera out of paranoia thinking they would look at my camera of us holding ONE BEER pictures. way to go loser. meanwhile this photo of us made the cut? oh right ryan was shoving the bottle into the mailbox and i was having dazed and confused flashbacks of that dude sayin’ it’s a federal offense tampering with mailboxes. wow enough tequila rose shots or what huh?

video right after the cops tried to arrest us for having fun.

slur central.

skipanie.

marijuana on one hut hut etc. no i didn’t have any are you kidding i’d end up swimming in lake superior.

not wasted at all.

boogyin’ in the rain to my tiny speakers.

you’d think we’d have just finished that beer and been done with it but we were seriously overkilled. one of rye’s old buds at the legion kept feeding us beer after beer on top of shots on top of pre-drinking etc etc it was seriously water at this point and also pointless.

trying to look as blasted as possible.

rye thought he was in deer hunter, thought he was leading us away from the cops but in fact lead us straight into their trap. way to go scout!

yo what’s happening guys can i come to your party?

hey carol!

awesome.

what’s up guys, just hangin’ at the leej no big-ay.

cut and overtired.

see the beer pile. told ya so. that guy was leaving for quebec the next day for army training so it was his last big hurrah and lucky for him raymi was in town. notice my zune. yeah i brought the jams.

nice prices!

that’s like telling me not to think about a pink elephant GREAT now all i can do is think about a pink elephant ie. drop a million shit fuck bombs.

uh oh.

i remember exactly what i was thinking here. i was envisioning a massive anxiety attack the following morning and the entire day being ruined. i think in the future your friend should just give you the five dollars in lieu of the shot. like here is my present for you and you and for you here is five dollars so you don’t feel left out.

at first there was awkward stranger girl tension but we got over it. i took a sneaky photo of that girl’s scarf just in case, this was taken during girl tension part. in the end that girl ruled cos when everyone went out for a goofy cigarette she kept mum when i stacked the cards during asshole. steph and ryan were cheating under the table first and i caught on to that so then i took all of steph’s best cards and gave her my shit ones, as i was a neutral player. suck on that girl.

i’m pretty sure everyone at the legion liked me a lot. haha.

nice mirror, what’s it for again? for people sitting across the room too lazy to walk over to check out the table?

ryan couldn’t take a non-blurry photo of me w/o flash to save his life.

game stance.

see. were you in a secret windstorm or something? was there an earthquake right under your feet?

arty dartboard.

what a great piece of nostalgia.

guess i moved here.

that sandy stuff is called wax. dunno why. why don’t they called it sand? maybe it’s sandwax. more importantly who cares, are you a shuffleboard enthusiast or something get off my case.

while we were playing there was some sort of cougar party taking place behind us. someone launched a nerf dart our way haha.

i call this one supermarket: at night.

making our way to the legion. this is like the movie the hangover, which is essentially the night backwards. more on that later.

grocery meat dairy produce – pretty much fil and i’s shopping list exactly. there are probably 200 post it notes with the exact same thing written on it. necessary, otherwise we walk through the door and just dumbly stare at one other in starvation frustration zombie mode.

emo emo emo.

ok no more pointing out the obvious.

party packrats.

they let me go home with the question and answer sheet/book. guys can you mail me the clickers?

then we found rye’s dad’s porn jammed in a board game hahahaa.

ladies of the 80’s awesomely terrible/teribbly awesome band name. especially if there aren’t any ladies in it. ha ha i just got that barenaked ladies. (speaking of check the site, fil’s photos are all over it, the bobbleheads at the top are fil’s taking).

probably the healthiest thing eaten during my entire trip.

mmmmminnesota hotdish oh man i’m starved.

they let me take this book home. fil loved it.

doin’ my UP AND OVER THE MOUNTAIN neck/chin alignment photo pose.

oh yeah those are the bacon vodka caesars. v nice.

alright thanks for killin’ time on raymicom xoxo