Lets go on a pic-a-nic

LETS DO THIS! Captain Evergreen Eataholic to the rescue!

Every time I raised my arm I’d ask if I looked stupid? DON’T ANSWER THAT.

I’d draw them in, Reagan would have them swarming. Can’t wait to see the footage bahaha.

Thanks to Rob’s post here from last year I recognized some table vendors. I bee-lined for one guy and completely weirded him out. Right, won’t be doing that again.

Stink-eye. We were quite the social experiment, me, Reagan’s camera head, colleague’s camera on me and us, people sloshed on wine and chatty. Such a fun day, like a total extension of Nuit Blanche.

Heat lamps everywhere thankfully. Sunday was rainy and dreary. Not for us!

Remember your posture always, someone’s always looking. Mine is shit.

Everything was like the Rolls Royce of food.

Boyfriend count of the day I think Reagan won. It’s ok he and I made out later on baha I got sloppy seconds.

Everyone felt bested by the go-pro camera why didn’t I think of that!? Like jesus, relax.

Take a picture it’ll last longer! Good idea!

The hot mulled wine from Harbord Room was amazing. We had three rounds of it. Reagan and I are going to go on a bender in Ireland together to see who the real man is.

Next time to the top and I will come back less.

There were wine glass rinsing stations.

Don’t forget the nutmeg dusting. I asked if he had any accidents with that grater yet, he said no. What’s that cut on your thumb then?

Your turn.

Ooh look it’s hot lil ma miss Arlene Stein. Thanks for the party!

She loved my rings.

You ate this with a wooden spoony thing, it was rich roast pepper something or other. Like a super high-end baby food.

I’m like what is the meaning of this fireplace ipad? She said to keep warm. Clever I said. Cheers.

It’s funny bumping into people you party with at their restaurants and they’re like raymi what the hell are you doing? as two cameras are encircling us, what’s wrong Ian, nervous?

Hobo chic.

They looked at me and so I looked back and loved that scarf.

Shoved my hands in this oven a few times to keep warm. I hope my jacket doesn’t reek of campfire now/still.

Guess which famous chef is a fungui?

Jamie Kennedy! Starstruck. At least I look like a Royal.

Trista and I always bump into each other at these things, I love her. She works at Crush.

Last time was at the Zoo. This time my camera coverage multiplied, she was extremely amused by that hahaa.

While I was extremely amused by the pinot noir.

Do I look stupid? He said on twitter this was awkward, yeah maybe for you baha.

Dude you look in love not at all awkward. These moments are what life is about. I’d rather be dead than ordinary.

Hottie chef on the left kept trying to feed me “meat butter”. I finally gave in.

Who knew that chefs would one day become rock stars. Thanks to Anthony Bourdain’s kitchen confidential book I think. (omg I would claw my way up a mountain to travel with him).

OM NOM NOM etc. Hmm did a yoga hippie start that meme? “om”. Zing.

Mmmm. By golly wow.

Class act.

Explaining why I can’t eat meat butter at that precise juncture in time. Needed to find my sea legs. I had partied the night prior as a kurt Cobain Teddy Bear Punk.

BRB laptop needs a break cos SOMEONE didn’t turn it off proper last night. Must be cos I use it for hours on end. Omg I need more laptops this is ridiculous. If I go on a blog strike for how many days will you go mad if I don’t update? Did that once and only once for 4-5 days and people actually became irate.

Anywho lets go for a jog.

Ps. send all business inquiries during day time hours only cos by night I am like this O_O and your stuff gets pitched into a black hole. (someone wrote to me about a new dating service revolving around jogging, I thought I hallucinated it. So you like, won’t pay me AND i have to RUN my ass around? WHAT?) What part of I don’t do anything for free do you not understand?