She tossed it to the little girls in front. Fine. Lol.
Open bar star haha.
Just let me take this baby and I’ll be on my way.
Told the mum I’ll see him in 18 years jajaja. he was smiling and staring at me during the ceremony, I was the only blond in sight and stuck out like cray.
Gorgeous Casa Loma reception right? Ahhhh. And it was our 1 year anniversary! Dreamy. He looked great too. Good thing I made fun of his other suit.
Gorgeous. Congrats Sabrina and Clem! Finally! Jokes jokes. Man the speeches were great, everyone said all the things I expected them to say about Clem needing to settle down and how happy the family is for them, we got weepy I believe. Aww. I steeled myself from bawling, refused to. Normally I am hosed and sobby, a nice ugly table cry letting everyone know how mentally fragile we all are right? Well not for me this time!
She changed into a red dress for dinner, it’s chinese good luck to wear red.
Made it right in time and there was an atm in the foyer ba-boom! Kay more tomorrow it’s tv time, simpsons is sucking.
After party at central then clem split to do the thing and then we of course rolled in on rebecca’s and serge and matt were there, they liked our fancy outfits. By this point I couldn’t pose any more.
Okay this background is lots more regal.
Oh Clem. Fabulous!!
ps. I brought mystery camera, haven’t looked at it yet though but I bet those shots will be fantastique.
Over one shoulder, becoming second skin, or hair. Treat it like it’s real hair attached to your head and it becomes more believable. And will be less awkward to dance in.
Just passin’ through officer. Yes this is my real hair.
They call me Raspberry cotton candy Raymi. Well, they do now.
Dress up is pretty fun, transforms your personality and tells a story I look like I could be up to so many things.
Good wig choice.
Ooh nice calf muscle.
That was my grandmother’s scarf. Kerchief. I’ll wear it to the castle wedding with this dress today, perfect. Still need a shawl/throw or I will freeze.
You can’t see anything. Burn.
Oh but of course right. Nudism is on a whole new level now with a wig.
Oh hey guys.
Yesterday afternoon after website meeting. It’s happening. Slowly, eventually, happening.
Teacher had my bank card (dummy!) so I was forced to walk home in the cold wind and could not do my chores/errands because he was getting a suit, so I walked home with the wind in my face trying to get a mitten on for blocks it was hell, frozen hell, but the sunshine made it tolerable no matter how thawed and frostbit my nose was when I got home. I rocked out to the ipod and it got me jacked for summer. And for partying.
Thanks again Lindsay! Now I want an iphone. This thing mocks me.
Bryan said he sucks at taking pics. I believe you.
Yep yep looking regal, espesh with them pants down around your legs. This is how I shop, the luxury of skinny. I grab one item, no pile, change as fast as cray and then get the heck out of there. I tried on one other dress but the medium was too big and they were out of smalls. Too bad, it was very sparkly, slick and nude. Nude is my thing. Always. If it is beige, I want it.
Back again so soon?
It was freezing and now we can see how Stella got her look, it’s around my neck. I should have worn it all g20 bandit style cos of that wind to protect my massive nose.
I look like Fantastic Mr. Fox. I wish.
There’s a smile. World officially turned on now.
That choker is vintage and heavy. Bought it in Kensington market.
What do we call this pose? The oh hi guys it’s a photograph.
One of my new poses. I have to get the distance between my legs less vast to make it look a little more casual.
I shoved the garbage can in to the last stall as I always do, bad placement assuming there are other mirror snapping bitches out there once in awhile.
I wore my teeniest bra too, it’s the shirt, it’s very shrunken I think it came from Stephy, who is like, an ant. Hi!!!! Miss you.
Team Jaja.
I’m going to call the salon and ask them how long my roots need to be before I come back for transformational hair day. That braid is coming in handy but I am also in like with my roots now (actually a lot of severe hatred too of course in between showerings it can look a little too Parkdale) but after playing around with this wig, which is just a pink version of platinum, I am wishy washy about going dark. Long and light is a wonderful thing.
After rollder derby going to cray palisades aka Rebecca’s place.
I am sailor moon. I thought he was taking pictures of me and not this dumb video ugh. The bangs are so big they kill me.
We have a wiener!
I told Stella if she was going to be in my photos she had to dress up too. She is still wearing her nice kerchief like a lady and trying to mooch an horderve out of me.
The bangs are going to have to be flattened down or what do you do with wig bangs? Now to nail down a song. It has to be THE PERFECT ONE. Suggestions definitely welcome, leave youtube links or artist/track please. Think, what would Junko Mizuno do? Next Friday is just around the corner. Here‘s the FB event again. First we will be at Narhwal THEN the after party burlesque performances will be at the Bovine. Freak crawl! Jajajaja.
I look like these toys I used to have when I was a kid, I can’t remember WTF was that show called they were in outerspace and they glowed in the dark, moon something? urg.
This show! I have asked this before here lol when someone remembers and tells me I’ll drag up that post.
(the alarm KEPT going after this video, for forever!)
A lot of shit went wrong. As evidenced by the second half of this clip, the fire alarm went off just as we were finishing our mains (we bounced before dessert we were so turned off by the everything) and my shrimp diane was not spicy at all the guy so did not remember to put that recommendation in. Sometimes my friendly banter is too disarming, they have no idea that I am a food critic (life critic) and they do it wrong, even when I say the last time we were here (diff location) they messed up his steak and gave a voucher blabbity blah aka WE ARE COMPLAINERS. New custies sat down beside us and got three appetizers before we got our caesar salads, which were disgusting by the way. Globs of garlic/anchovy paste not mixed in and he said yes they were supposed to be like that and he said they didn’t have bacon as in, why the hell should there be bacon on this (uh I have pics of other caesar salads with a huge piece of pancetta on it dillhole don’t LIE to me). To take our order period we waited longer than necessary. If this was Hell’s Kitchen, chef Ramsay would throw you through the window on to Dundas Square. I didn’t bother to ask for spice again or for anything, fully defeated by the service and of course we turned on one another as is our specialty and fought. Date night was HORRIBLE! Other Milestone’s locations are not like this experience ever, it is fully the neighbourhood, ok no, half neighbourhood and half employees. Traveling across town my first night out after being sick inside for days, yes I was looking forward to this. I am a simpleton! This is all I have! Eating and talking about stupid shit, going home watching tv and passing out. We go to a place like this because they delight in acquiescing to the average whiny needy suburban baby, ie. me. I know this, so I go there. I go ironically and I do feel bad about myself for handing over my money to the big corporations because that’s one less for the little guy but whatever WHEN I go I expect Buckingham Palace service, yeah I can lighten up and cut slack and I do trust me but that ONE tiny step over the line too far based on the extra slack I cut you, if you fuck that up, that’s the final straw like your dad driving to the cottage giving the FINAL CHANCE tone of voice when you and Shawn are pinching and kicking each other in the backseat jajaja.
Ok Where was I. So the salad, which we were so fungry we just started annihilating despite everything about it being wrong, it was over-dressed too. I think of Corey Mintz in these instances all the time and it gives me the confidence to continue continuing. But we said nothing and did nothing. Only went there because I had a gift card at Forever 21 to burn which is across the street. It’s very Canadian of me to take the blame for this restaurant’s mistake, say nothing and then write in detail about it. One could call me a coward but no, I have had so many restaurant show-downs before for my lifetime it’s alright. Nothing will happen after this post goes up, if we complained there we’d get another phony quality control disgruntled manager over with a voucher for a later date that we could and would never use, yeah something would be comped. We just wanted to leave so we could grieve. I got so steamed because of our past SJ’s experience, they asked me to make a formal complaint about that incident, I did and no follow-up. I guess they took it as a wash (dodgeball term) because she was cuckoo-kajoo.
There needs to be restaurants for people like me. People who eat once a day, arrive and haven’t spoken a word all day long, the music better not be too loud or offensive, all tables should be facing the room equally so you can have a proper people watching vantage point while pretending to listen to your date. Which reminds me about the table they reserved for us “by the window” more like “by the cadillac fairview inner workings of industrial billboard sign gears and grey painted metal” what the f is this?? I looked at our hostess and said NO. Then I collapsed on to her a little because I was starving. Not fully but, those pointy boots are tricky ones.
I look especially bitchy here.
I mean I could have posted the photos and said nothing but then you wouldn’t have something to read over your lunch. Mmm lunch what did you eat today? I have to go shower. Now!
The view was worth it.
I think Syrah (or any red) has the same effect on us as whiskey, on me at least it does or maybe cos it was my first booze in a few days. I had gin blossoms.
I think I just need to get a little gold badge that says DIVA on it.
I never read blogs and after checking out raymitheminx now I check it every few days. Something about raymi is so fucking interesting and I don’t know why. It’s nice to see someone who is kinda crazy, drop dead gorgeous, talented and smart, instead of some stupid pretentious bitch just blogging photos of their $7000 prada handbags everyday. I guess pretentious people would like blogs like that..but most awesome people would prefer real raw material from a girl who isn’t fake. And I think that’s
Then Nicoteenslut ran out of youtube characters. She also thinks I am an amazeballs dancer, I think this calls for a reserved seat at the imaginary head table of Little Raymis on Penis Lane, right? But what do you think the end of her comment could have been? “And I think that’s…?” Super profound! But speaking of vom of the day that will be a highlight feature of my new blog layout which in a couple hours I’ll be heading over to the boys’ office and going over final blog edits and important navigational designer/other stuff/I don’t know what I’ll be eating potato chips and picking my ear inside out.
