A CAMP

guys, miniatures are invading my fucking dreams now.

hey who’s your friend?

wtf? parked out front of that modern home on crawford below college. that giant beside me would be derlicte, awesome dude.

we took him for a quick walk before the show at mod club to have some whiskey swigs (thanks guy) ugh i am suicidally hung today, no more party for the rest of the week!

i was really into having my photograph taken every time i crouched down to fish through my purse.

um actually i strongly disagree, i’ve a pretty good idea that you are a douchebag. went for a stroll up crawford after gentlemen reg played to show derlicte my old pad and noticed the neighbour upstairs is still kickin’ it (lanterns are still hung) i’m impressed everyone else fucked out of there.

swoon city. so some backstory, our girl emm is playing with nina/nathan’s band A Camp (said like hey this summer i’m going to a camp not A like ‘eh’ ugh forget it) and they are all very lovely and i sort of kept this under wraps but seriously the cardigans grand turismo record was the soundtrack to my bad girl days so i may have been a little starstruck last nite. i restrained myself from approaching nina after the show for fear of severe blubbering embarrassment even though emm’s family. spoken to her husband nathan and he thinks i’m cool (and famous) so that’s good enough for me. it’s like my goal in life to have near-misses with as many idols as possible, basically.

i just sighed out loud when i looked at this one hahah.

so many pictures of her feet sorry if i weirded you out not like i was the only one bonering it up against the stage. swedish curse i guess.

that’s emm back there on keys. haha “on keys” yes that is the least pretentious thing to say ever.

ha remember when i used to blog a stack of concert photos like you guys gave a shit and then just have this profound silence within the post like THERE here is my statement TWENTY PHOTOS you just think about that now. fuck bloggers are gay. anyway, now that fil is the show guy i can focus on taking more photos of myself and talking shit in people’s ears during performances. it’s a good life.

the lighting at mod club is something special though. i just remembered talking to duarte and he yawned 40 times the whole way through hahaa.

i really love their little banner, so precious.

so tiny so slammin’ that goth princess jasmine onesie number i bet every girl last nite felt totally ugly like may as well go home can’t top it peace.

hey dad!

i was told it is bad luck to put your purse on the floor. hahah how is that so? maybe only because someone can rip you off? no matter my zipper finally bit the dust last nite so guess who gets to buy a new one later on today, wicked.

first of all yes, lewd, yawn, who cares sexy is so fucking boring these days but in my defense my left foot slid along the floor further than i wanted it to and click the photo was captured.

downstairs at the mod club is like visiting an old friend serious nostalgic trip back in time take care of that mural you guys!

then i ripped my tights. sass was supposed to grab me a pair of red ones but accidentally got the footless version so now i have a red pair of leggings and a red pair of footless tights that look exactly like the leggings and i still want them in tights style so i will eventually have those too. mad for red.

to top it off, c-pan splashed hot water all over my legs cos the tap goes straight to scalding and for some reason (meme) we like to turn the hot first (assuming needs time to warm up?) then the cold. i have no third degree burns today so you’re lucky.

KR was on the scene too. we slow danced awkwardly at one point.

where are you derek?

spotted him. good work.

plaid shirt told us off for talking dude if you can’t hear standing right beside the monitor then i have no help for you ps we were whispering into each other’s ear, relax. i told him sure no problem but can you be less of a prick about it? he goes they came all the way from sweden (wrong, only two of them did and they’re touring) um i may or may not have said you don’t even know who you’re talking to (he was pretty aggressive) so he moved away and apparently raised his hand behind us in passing cos another guy came up straight away and said excuse me did that guy just raise his hand at you? i didn’t see it but if that guy did then i suppose so. avoided him for the rest of the nite but took a photo for safe-keeping (and the internet hall of fame) and look an admirer is looking back.

then my zipper exploded. awesome. this post is taking ages to write and will only take you 3 minutes to ignore. also flickr is chugging slowly i’m about to snap.

no greys yet.

derek hit the wall and took off w/o saying bye haha.

a cool chick by the name of catherine who used to babysit fil and his sister (sort of family) was present, every time we see emm some of fil’s family turn up, neat to meet them i’m sure it makes their nite meeting me ha.

oh god emm’s shoes kill me too. i hope i can graduate to higher funkier heels soon.

lisa rules. she was telling her engagement story and the whole time i thought she was referring to the guitarist who was across the room putting on socks engaged in chat with someone else and i was thinking wow she’s talking him up a storm and he is fully ignoring it i’d be sitting there listening in on this fantastic achievement if i was him. turned out she was talking about jordy behind me ha whoops. he proposed in oxford!

engaged! honestly i forget sometimes, when i showed up emm said congratulations and i was like uh for what, i thought she was referring to my blogging seminar. i mean i don’t forget we’re engaged you just gradually see more of your people that you hadn’t seen in awhile and that’s part of the ritual, the congratulations steam train.

this is jordy’s reaction to us gabbing about miniatures turns out lisa is all about them too. tellin’ ya they’re gonna take over and you’re welcome for that. oh you may recognize this guy from yacht rock at the boat or djing at embassy in kensington, he gets around.

scheming away about our new lives together with our little trinkets.

ok that’s it bye! no wait before that we ate at il gato nero (tradition) with sass (her first time) i look brutal here but only picture k bye for real nice one derek with that 65 dollar bottle of wine, way to put on airs.

oh i almost forgot sarah polley was in there too and we made eye contact TWICE. she left with three pizzas.