an end has a start

quite overwhelmed by the amount of photos i have/want to share. we’ll make it baby don’t worry. this one is a mish-mash of ‘couver/toronto, do not expect order.

beautiful birthday tulips from the samerins. we dropped in after dinner for some drinks and i talked really loud, samir shushed me infinity times. sorry i’m going deaf like the guy next door also after a glass or two i start yelling. anyway, flowers take turns living in the bathroom with the door closed and on the balcony, cid is just a life ruiner. when they’re in the bathroom he sits there staring at the closed door and when i go in for a wizz he follows and mewls at the open toilet (if closed he could use it as a launch pad to the counter). they have since opened up a little more. whimsiiiical.

this shit is amazing (came in the gibson gift bags) it’s essentially the same thing greasers do with baby powder when you don’t feel like washing your hair ‘cept it’s better and when you rub it between your hands or into hair it produces this tacky texture that is like dry/wet. hair technology man, fantastic.

pitt dropped in for a birthday surprise, complete with lahey glasses and quotes. it was pretty funny the amount of effort he put into tracking me down cos i turned off my phone (wanted to sleep in, jet lag, birthday etc) i get a comment on my blog, an email, voicemail, text, he calls fil, then shows up buzzes and buzzes til i woke up. great guy.

cid was angry, he wanted to cruise with me in bed a little longer.

at midnite when our plane landed and it was officially march 31. then i started crying hahaha.

feels like a submarine.

brad flew drink-free until i gave him a taste of my stone cold white wine. i must remember to order that from now on, goes farther for yer money and i drink it slower. ps brad you owe me 6 dollars. kidding. OR AM I?

36 looks like this. i think my base tan is gone. fuck.

saying bye to $30000 worth of special cargo, crossing fingers. they made it.

pulled short ribs special quesildillas, 16 dollars (! hotel prices man) left a 20, should have shared an order with fil. felt like a fat lard afterward. brad introduced us to pepper on fries, newfs are weird eh. now we’re hooked, we even put pepper on our pizza last nite.

thanks again brad. packing that morning stressed us out to the max, fil went to get a 6 of canadian to replenish the ones they had the nite before, so we each had one to deal. the worst part about packing is THINKING about it. once you begin and mentally chart your to-do list it falls into place (unless fil is hovering around you and asking fifty times when he can put his stuff in your suitcase). now i know how brad feels/what he means when he says by the end of the weekend he feels cracked out i had the shakes like every morning pretty much. i need a spa on a mountain and a detox booth and i need to be wrapped in mud then fruity pebbles and rocks placed on my body while enya sings to me. oh yeah brad’s suitcase beat mine for weight by 1lb, i was 48 he was 49, phewf. his suitcase itself is heavier than mine to begin with though, some weird plastic, mine is material. anyway i look wiped-out here, there was another shot that blanked out my eye bags, but brad isn’t doing the brad in it so whatever.

that sweater was my uniform for the week. i need to get more in different colours.

i don’t know why you need these things you can walk the entire city in two minutes. what you guys consider blocks, that’s like, nothing. from spadina to bathurst now THAT is a block.

the maids hit the jackpot big time. plenty of leftover booze too. do you think they bring it down to the bar and replenish the bottles? i so would if i owned a hotel.

i hope you like divine brown and vitamin water.

previous afternoon, shakes city. the coors light set me straight. keira and the girls had these retarded lemonade raspberry non-alcoholic drinks. pussies. also, keira dumped hers all down her shirt cos she was so sketched out hahaha.

i actually wanted to go back here later despite its kitsch colour replica atmosphere, when we were hot tubbing all i could think about was the insane menu items.

chad’s blog is private and he is wearing a stupid shirt so i’m not linking it.

hi smelly! hey krista!

waiting for fil to get a hot dog, the bbq smell is v delicious, better than toronto. i don’t know what else they’re roasting but it is so tempting. except for when you feel anxious.

alright, shower time.

ps. yes there are way too many drink references in this post, give me a break, vacation/work/birthday shit in a week i’ll go back to writing about cats and clothes and japanese shit soon enough.