i need more high waisted short shorts asap and less of this crap i packed. went shopping again. buzzed shopping. then pizza. i bought matching red bootie shorts for my red lifeguard shirt and one for teacher. sorry for the shitty pointless updates but it’s better than nothing right? fourth of july is tomorrow. stoked.
some slobs called me “a bit hippy” so i have to chug this vodka cran and go obsess about it by the pool. i ordered a weigh scale for the room my mom and lois are going to roll their eyes, they won’t even allow me to be hurt about it don’t worry an epic essay about fat comments some day soon but meanwhile everyone else is checking me out madbusters it’s so awesome that i fixate on a shitstain bachelor bromance asshole right.
the girls are more critical about shots of themselves and i only blog when alone, i’m a girl’s girl unlike cunts we know so i never throw up pictures they haven’t had a chance to ok so for now on here it’s the raymbo show but i assure you, it’s been the mother f*cking tracey show irl. steve aoki put me on his guest list last night for mansion and i bailed. i am an idiot. supreme. even followed up and asked if i got in ok. so blew it! would have been great for my “career” right? ugh. don’t give up on me yet scenesters! is the scene dead yet though? probably only because i am 4300 years old.
happy pride toronto i am being as gay as possible over here in solidarity. i have spied loads of lezbos with staring at me problems. i’ve been showing off my football throwing abilities too. i can really whale it. ahh finally i have some jerk off privacy so BYE!
we went for delicious ribs at flanigan’s then drove the ocean blvd. we’ll do lincoln tomorrow i bet i think the hangover is going to determine what we can and cannot do today. tomorrow we move suites, i am psyched. pool time now and hopefully jet skiing. good thing i bought travel health insurance.
spa water? yes please. it’s like the willy wonka of spa waters up in hurr. i started with an orange infused one, then pineapple. in-between i had a corona.
i am like the only blonde person for miles. loving it. brazilian babes with thong butts for miles too and dominican desires abound. no canadians here yet.
this hotel is a dream. i’m going to check out the gym also so i’m not a weakling blob when i get home though im not chowing down or getting vacation fat at all like i was worried about, quite the opposite. vacation score.
checked out the beach finally too. the ladies went off for a walk while i blogged and attempted to turn myself back into a bat cave dweller and when i finally stepped outside, seeing the palm trees and glam i was like, i am so not doing that again tomorrow morning.
we seem to be the only spinsters here, lots of families and cute kids and babies to watch. i am doing pretty good at ignoring baby cravings, haven’t stolen one. yet.
this is what happens when you blog: spoilings. makes me chuckle over ten years of snarky comments from assholes and friends trying to get into concerts or whatever. TOLD YA SO.
next time i will call in advance and not two hours before the office closes before a fourth of july holiday weekend. the hotel is booked solid but i won sarah over. thank you so much loews. can’t wait to see our next suite with wrap-around terrace, bar, and claw footed tub. dreeeamy.
greedy guts smile with style. ok doke time to get my glitz on and make a dinner outfit. i want to throw half the things i packed into a dumpster, i wish i could learn from my overpacking ways but i never ever will.
on a wonderful late june afternoon last week (feels like a month ago now) teacher and i and colleague went on a lunch date to BOOM‘s st. clair location as that one has a great patio, but it was a gloomy day so we dined inside instead. i just scrolled through the food gallery, sorry, the “boomography” on their newly launched website and am now positively starving balls off. you’ve been warned.
these guys are known for their cheeky copy re: boomography, reading the menu is a joy and their weekend brunch lineups are ridiculous. it is only suiting to run their blog feature today on canaduh day. missin’ you guys!
it’s not that i’m greedy, it’s just that i have to try everything in life or i will die. table etiquette is such that eating off another’s plate or whatever, not supposed to do it yeah? but this isn’t high tea and you’re the idiot who ordered a delicious BANANGO SOY smoothie – fresh banana, mango, soy milk and had the misfortune of sitting across from me.
i had my heart set on a brewski and a burger. baby gets what baby wants and baby’s only in the corner cos of the natural window light and a table of babes were beside us.
this minxing lasted 6 or 7 days. the night prior i was petting stingrays (saw one in the water in ft lauderdale, got a picture too, scary things) so you’re not supposed to get them wet, you can and it’s unavoidable when showering and doing makeup and what not but if i was super good to them they’d last for 10 days. next round i’ll see how long i can have them for in full. it’s fun to remove a few and then paint random nails various raymbo mental problems colours.
look it’s me! i hear there’s quite the raymbo ambassador race afoot at the moment. my little raymis are gunnin’ for svelte bods, excited to see who my new competition will be.
i finally ripped my j brand pants. you know how you put them in the dryer to get them tight again but you still have to perform various stretches and wiggling to get them glued to your hips? while squatting like a pharaoh my inner right thigh split, and on a skinny day. awesome. i was wearing these when i bailed on my longboard and despite scraping my left knee up, the jeans never tore. all it took was my major toned supersonic muscular thoroughbred thighs to do it.
an inner thigh jeans rip plus commando = living on the edge. andrew said raymi, always be cutting edge, when i said tell me what i am doing wrong, i will play any corporate safety dance game you like and he said no raymi, keep being a slut basically. fine.
colleague always gets a chorizo sausage and a waffle or pancake/french toast whatever like he is 4 years old, what is this denny’s? no thank goodness. boom is infinitesimally classier than that dump.
my classic burger with half n half salad and sweet potato fries. i must have it all. 100% pure beef, served with sweet potato fries and fresh daily garnish.
teacher had an omelette. which one? FARMER GIANNI – fresh baby spinach, roasted red pepper and caramelized onions with Swiss cheese i feel like a detective comparing the menu descriptions to this photo, think i got it right? ps. those potato wedges are to die for, seasoned with rosemary, nice and salty. i just salivated into my lap.
and for once i get a bite of colleague’s french toast, that pig normally scarfs it all down before i have a chance (how rude) like hey, who’s the star here? i’m so busy posing, eating and thinking i don’t get a chance to steal a bite ever and then, traditionally i’m like, WTF? gesturing to his empty asshole plate and he hangs his head in shame. teacher is like, who is this animal?
this is how you burger judge. verdict? matched and topped expectations. i’d been on a burger binge for awhile there and capped it off with boom’s classic. next it will be burritos?
all done, more please. their americanos are the best, even when i’ve already had a pot of coffee and am moving onto lunch i will still order a coffee (with soy) because it gets me all jacked and cuckoo bananas in a good way.
don’t forget the raymi boom discount you cheapskates can take advantage of if you’re smart enough. or the all day breakfast for $4.99. when you sit down tell your server about me, or when you go to pay, say you and i play jump rope together or you read my blog and they will be more than happy to hook you up. people tweet me all the time when they’re there and then for some reason get all confused when it comes to their discount, shyness and confusion, two of my most mortal enemies. i am a cheapskate and there will never ever be confusion when it comes to payment time, oh i can get hooked up here? done and done. so don’t forget the raymi D List and if you read my blog, you’re on it. i am trying very hard not to swear at your stupidity right now. VURRY HARD.
look how skinny i am after that burger. it’s a slimming diet burger, not greasy. about half way through i commence dismantling it like a raccoon might, tearing off bun sections here and there while speed shoving potato fries into my maw and forking salad. raymi eating is an experience. my ex’s ex watched me eat a steak salad once and said i eat interestingly, i am a happening. the raymi never stops.
i called the floor to co-ordinate outfits. emilio commented once that he loves boom’s design, decor. he’s one of those modern design groupies, someone i might be like too if i wasn’t such an eccentric slob.
i love these shoes. maybe i’ll wear them on the fourth of july. i love theme-wear.
boom loves me and by proxy, you. it’s good to be back, check out the new site. there’ll be much more bells and whistles added soon like all my blog features and other interactive social media ticker tapes and maybe a virtual humburger tour haha who knows. aw i just got a missing toronto pang. hope you’re all having fun. as for me, which way to the beach?
ps. blog post title is a play on the B 52’s dee-lite song groove is in the heart.
pp.s my blog loves comments. it has a mind of its own plus why am i deleting spam like crazy all for nothing but tumbleweeds?
