the men are called horsemen there
here’s an outfit NOT to wear on queen street. ever. and especially not to the bovine. i never wear these chuck taylors but for some reason decided yeah these are my queen street shoes for sure good thing everybody else got that fucking memo. ugh.
bloods or crips, haven’t decided yet. you’ll be the first to know don’t worry.
when dave showed up also wearing plaid we were really depressed for ourselves.
brad’s other band (great diviners) played the bovine monday nite. pretty decent. it would be more decent if i were in it though.
don’t enjoy yourselves too much now girls!
sea of people. dave’s in there. i like how people feel perfectly ok about having a scream conversation right by your ear but the moment you turn around to get passed them and dare nudge by they give you the dirtiest of looks. hey how would you like it if i fell into you and we all went down like dominoes, no? k fucking MOVE then.
went for a stroll cos i was not the only one feeling the claustrophobia effects. dave brought his bike in from the burbs on the back of his truck. on our way back he rode my peewee bike and had a bit of trouble mastering the (non) brakes. i made him practice on some side streets a bit, no no you have to anticipate the stop see you want to brake up ahead that means you have to start pumping the pedal backwards RIGHT NOW unless you want coast through a red light into an intersection.
karate kid can suck my ass.
a closer look for those in the cheap seats.
so hardcore i know a graffiti wall, watch out, on the scene, takin’ names, gonna destroy this town.
when i was a kid i thought the bovine (from the outside) was a truly scary place like EW this is what toronto is like, total underground and people have knives in there and syringes and fluorescent hair omg and tattoos all over, like pirates.
lets get a better look at you.
someone takes care of their own.
allison has moved back to town.
she’s always dressed to kill.
it’s nice that renita drew a picture of herself and TATTOOED IT ON TO MY ARM. we’re working on a flower piece for my right forearm.
ten thousand chick readers of this blog have crushes on brad.
too bad he’s taken now. wow SO didn’t see this one comin’ dudes! my mind is blown what’s next, hamburgers eating people?
what’s up adam ya rapscallion?
claire looked super fine monday nite. love that dress.
haitham is having a housewarming party the same day allison is having one (it’s not for weeks but apparently the date can’t be changed?) so they were hatin’ on each other quite a bit to movie proportions, haitham’s like the only rule is don’t bring anything. i told that to allison and she’s all don’t bring anything to mine either! what is this bride wars i love it!
in case you forgot i am a zany number.
to the max!
i tried to take off that sombrero to wear for my pretend double keyboard performance but it was hot glued to the mannequin and a guy came out the back looked at me and shook his head then disappeared.
so i just blogged about it instead. DEAR INTERNET I AM IN THIS TOTALLY WACKY BAR RIGHT NOW YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT THERE ARE LIKE ALL THESE THINGS STUCK TO THE WALLS IT’S LIKE A GARAGE SALE GARBAGE DUMP LIKE THE ONE IN LABYRINTH OMG GOTTA GO SOMETHING TOTALLY WILD IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW THEY’RE PLAYING OLD MOVIES FROM THE 60’S BUT YOU CAN’T HEAR THEM BECAUSE OF THE LIVE MUSIC I TOLD YOU THIS PLACE WAS WACKY!
mmm soap condiment.
time for more irony at the ossington.
claire i love hanging with nudists you’re awesome!
fog machine gathering.
pretentious is my favourite.
at this point i wanted to go home but i listened to the majority vote.
haha brosz7. always talkin’ shit. always talking.
ok do they show intervention here or is that just a clever name as intervention airs mondays? either way i approve.
k bye now kinda phoned the rest of this one in eh.
ooh here comes the sun how pleasant!
here’s a few me’s from tiff’s photos.
oh my god i hate myself.