The fat lady is singing for you it’s over

She looks like Denise Richards.

Ps. yes I have makeup under my already always look tired eyes, black smears from someone.

But also BRB It’s Tuesdays Smoothdays aka boozeday cruiseday. No I am not drinking again, not til wing night later on but what I mean to say is consider this a “gone fishin'” kinda week. LOWER EXPECTATIONS.

I also have to prepare my talk at SSS too for next week though I’ll pretty much just wing that now that I am practising what I preach a whole lot more, and then I’ll segue in to, “which brings me to my talk’s focus entitled: I TOLD YOU SO.” A millennial look at the internet and forward thinking, with equal parts spite and visionary aptitude. Guys I am loaded still I think so, and, this is a blog guy, it’s like quantifying my big mouth times 11 years and always thinking I am right, funnier, machismo, blabbity blah the tides are shifting and not to jinx it but, It feels really good to see the fruits of your labours and I kind of have the raymi-impersonators to thank for giving me that extra edge push into the limey light (Oh and all the super hard work I do. That too). Speaking of I have to answer those German magazine interview questions.

When do you think I’ll have time to finish my book, never? It’s a gateway book and HAS to be done so that I can write my other ones. It’s book writing month this November and a big opportunity to write and get that sorted then lie on a yacht in the french riviera. Keep your eye on the prize. Arra my friend in UK is doing it and pestering me daily reminding me and all my responses are OK KAY YEAH I KNOW All separate one word emails. I speak like a caveman when I write and when I talk, jesus, get your decoder rings out and good luck. Downloading the rest of shitty party pics from last night, I want a new camera.

It was hard to get in but I got us in. People “in the know” know this, do you guys have trade secret line by-passing tips too?

Pamela power! There were three of us obvs insta-friends.

Jen Mcneely retweeted this and said nice wax job and only you Raymi! I dry shave and girl-scape with makeup haha. the one time I had a wax I had in-growns for months it ruined my sex life plus the boutique people were See-you-next-tuesdays.

Blog slave said he was probably on a pill based on my descriptions, everyone from LA is always on stuff. Oh yeah? We kept getting photobombed or people rushing through which is why this beautiful shot came out like so.

DETERMINATION.

Yer not supposed to kiss and tell with celebrities. Except in my case I do both, but keep some for myself. Wait til the big one like George Clooney then sell it, or move in.

One of his entourage, with every photo taken they’d go Pauly, do you want another one taken? YEs. Bum squeeze. Ok another. I did this for YOU guys. YOU’RE WELCOME! Sacrifices. MMmm I want a snackrifice.

She was the morning after but ditched her man’s shirt and tie. I say give’r. Be young and free and if ya got it flaunt it it’s not about being slutty on halloween it’s the freedom of expression and creating a sexy bottle service moment. This isn’t a library for christ sakes.

Carol Zara is a well known (G4TV!) gamer babe and she likes thigh highs and is a pro. I was nervous to meet her I was really nervous period about all this but I love challenges and would not take a party no for an answer, Stephen was dressed like a drag blade runner and I was wearing my bathing suit I refused to be party debbies at the Thomspon bar, I signed on for a shit show and I got it, wait, I was talking about Carol here. Apparently Stephen is making us dinner and who is Stephen you might ask? Just a mid-forties ADD version of me who I am allowing to bounce ideas off/around/collaborate with. He last went to Vegas with nothing but the shirt on his back, he is that kind of guy. Told you the tides were changing. I might of said shifting though because I get everything mixed up. Don’t I.

I’d never been in the basement of the Thomspon before, I like this Captain Jack Sparrow dude with the castle looking wall and the huge designer lamp. One of the 400 vouching for myself and media life to the door guy was I am here to cover the party (lie, but turns out to be truth once I blog it and I blog my life so, more so true) and I cannot do that if I don’t get in, here’s my friend’s G&M card and mine, I am what I say I am and then we had a staring contest. I do not back down. He is like FIIINE where is your friend? We were on guest list but they were at capacity was the thing and we were late from talking too much to each other during pre-game drinking and time slipped away.

One good way to combat hangover is waking up and finding your picture in the Globe & Mail. Well fancy that. They edited my outfit into a normie’s for their ultra-conservative posh readership hehh. That party was a last minute idea of mine, I got the mass pr email blast like day of or before and on a whim hit reply and said can I have media invite even though it was an expensive ticket. In PR world you would be a ding-a-ling to turn down this it girl, then I brought the girls and history was made.

He is better looking than me :(.

Very nice bartenders down there.

This chap was quite taken by me but Pauly Shore was right beside me so, I had shit to do lol.

A genius flipped my phone into zoom and it couldn’t be undone, meh. This was how foggy it felt anyway.

Yum.

Sunday Cuisine. Ok I go now.