nite in review: backwards

found that stray glass of wine someone was looking for. stefan do you weigh yourself every time you wake up? (that’s when your weight is at its lowest, favourite time to hit the scale).

totes sobes.

ran out of glasses, people got creative. fil brought me a giant plastic measuring cup (more like plant watering trough or for flour, baking haha) of water at nite’s end. ridiculous.

nicely done. i smell geek.

carla is double-jointed.

my beer bottle bullshit trick has been usurped.

stefan’s basement (grotto) is a museum of a party from two months ago. like 50 empties on the table. funny.

proudly showing off his jay of jay and silent bob statue. (he also has a light saber haha).

jason mewes signed it i forget what it said and you can’t even make it out.

everyone kept going to 7-11 for smokes and funny shit.

stefan called me an angel last nite ha i know! right after we discussed how abrasive he initially found me to be (from all the pictures i was taking haha) one of his favourite stories to tell. a lot of people in fact greatly enjoy telling me their first raymi experience/impression stories. hey guess what guys, you sucked too! the overwhelming consensus is skinny raymi is way more fun than fat raymi to hang with. another cool chick named brea said i was intimidating but knew i was cool and loved my outfit (don’t forget to email me!)

team star wars.

mick hates his photo being taken. he ok’d this one. i do it right guys don’t worry.

hi karen. betty don’t forget our lunch date.

very jungly save for that utility pole.

kenny’s sister miriam (rules) and that testees guy. i went to the party with a wicked high bun cos i went tanning, was greasy, and the bbq was a last minute deal (great success it was too).

nice one kenny. pfft.

this was funny to me at the time.

this should be your dating profile pic. LOVER OF DOGS AND COGNAC.

ben had much to say about dogs. it got a little heated. i secretly recorded some of it too.

bodhi cashed out.

immediately following telling him to get over himself.

thumbs-uppereenie. fil said he knew i’d like it.

brendan haunts my flickr, not my blog. he enjoys the out of context photos. never comments. lurker4lyfe.

pierre aka mr. peeps – biggest snob there. wicked dude all the same.

artistic finch.

cutie sharpie.

i told audrey i thought i loved pierre but obviously i didn’t know what love was until i met dora. there is no way she’s givin’ that dog back to her mom. no way not possible.

that’s some clean hanging plant you got there. i’ve seen plenty grey gardenesque shit but not here.

yesterday’s tan was amazing. i had a milk banana strawberry shake from that new place beside the bloor cinema (try it, they’re independent, no jugo juice shit in the ‘nex no thank you) and it was great, returned a canvas that wouldn’t fit any of my frames (spaced on the measurements i suppose) tanned, hit shoppers, got home right as sharpie texted about the bbq and off we went. i give last nite 5 stars. cos at least five stars were at the party, me included. (oh shut up).

kenny put his shirt on backwards, at first i thought it was some kind of hipster haute couture look. nope, just an idiot.

you can sorta make it out of the blurry, the dog is rockin’ a pink rocket.

got it right earlier in the nite.

oh i remember you.

pre-vader.

ankle socks dude. let me be your personal stylist for hire. srsly. (anyone else needing help lemme know).

this morning err afternoon i woke up cos i was dreaming about a unicorn i had as a kid that was purple, pink, blue, silver with pink hair and i was wondering if it was at my dad’s still cos if it is i want to bring it here, shampoo/condition its hair and display it with my blythe doll and that other weird one. short of that i need to buy a unicorn that looks exactly like it. extremely important. alicia would understand. then i also realized that my first born better be a girl or my son better be gay.

BYE we’re goin’ camping for my first time ever. i don’t think tenting on the balcony or inside a cottage counts as roughing it. i doubt there’ll be wifi. sad face. BUT there’ll be fireworks. HAPPY FACE.