we’re back, jet lagged. fil is wide awake, me, i could crash any moment. so many pictures to go through and videos and dumb stories. we had a wonderful time. i cried when we landed at midnite (toronto time) and it was officially my birthday and no balloons fell from the plane ceiling. forever an aging child i suppose.

here i am keeping fil company last nite he had to edit a bunch of photos for 9am this morning, this was after the warner after party at warehouse studios. so chi-chi.

getting ready, so so tired at this point and sucky i just wanted a cozy booth fireplace red wine mountain of steak, but i finally gave in.

last day at 25.

what a rip. no matter i bought five anyway.

when we entered the gala i thought mmmm salmon and then realised, not salmon. this was a fun experience despite having to inhale half a bottle of moet to get the nerve to introduce myself to feist. everyone was half in the bag/hung/drunk/tired so it was gong show circus blabbermouth with the best people watching outfits one could hope for. plus i was sitting beside mark (hi mark!) and he was on, i was on, blah blah bla lots of laughs. we had to beat it out of there cos fil was due to shoot something that ended up being cancelled cos said artist was not made up yet so we raced out for nothing while i was stuffing my maw with salmon and tenderloin and not gonna lie, i was l-i-v-i-d. just a tad. we got over it though.

first time being on the los angeles version of the gibson bus. such a dream.

how much do i want to go back here don’t ask.

before. preciousrebels are the peeps behind this amazing piece of work.

after.

i think i’m gonna start buying lottery tickets or brad and i will finally start that side project duet act cos i’m kinda sick of pauper posing amongst the haves and drinking my anger away. yeah, cos it’s totally working.

free show y’all!

happy birthday to the minx! (that’s me)(tomorrow) happy face/sad face.

they didn’t make it to the brew store in time yesterday so finally gave in on the minibar. most expensive and delicious beers of the trip i’m sure.

great polish, what shade is that?

ok so now i attempt to pack up all the things i over packed plus the new acquired things. stress stress stress. i’ve decided to forgo showering, first time since we left, dont judge me.

stay classy you guys next time you see me i will be 26.

oh god.

minx out.

what slutty toy did raymi get from raymi lauren on Vimeo.

mystery toy 2 from raymi lauren on Vimeo.

please be something cute from raymi lauren on Vimeo.

oh and crab attack has subsided. epic (yes that word is in the bad books) banana republic gift bag has been procured, finally, amazing swag. drool.

went into that pocky store today omg good thing fil didn’t his head would have exploded, as did mine, but the good kind of explosion. he went to the junos, i wasn’t feeling it. you know how i said yesterday was the worst hangover to date welp, today’s trumped that. many a funny tale to tell once i remember them all. we finally hot tubbed pooled sauna’d and it zonked me right the fuck out. i almost had a meltdown, a IT’S MY BIRTHDAY MEMEMEMME MELTDOWN about going to this afterparty but i changed my mind and will concoct a stupid fucking outfit instead, eat free fancy food, drink free booze and lift the dopest gift bag ever. anyway i’m fried i will need a vacation after this vacation (wow never heard that before eh pfft).

mitzie land!

excuse me i need a moment here.

seriously what’s next a puppy yawning on a rainbow wearing a frilly bonnet?

ha ha.

i like how happy all japanese foods are i wish canadian food could just stop frowning already.

crunky, it’s the new i’m fucking hungover bye.

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toronto bloggers yes guy. get it yet?

my brain is serious mush right now i got nothing.

i’m not creepy i swear. SWEARSIES. if you’re reading that is but if you’re not – SO creeptastic. sorry for asking you if you twittered.

and the winner is me.

humongous glaring Entrée error. lacquered port AND lacquered port.

k gotta run bai.

tonite we are going to the juno awards dinner gala – i am famished. one more hour plusish to go. then the gibson party is tonite. sooooo many artist/celebs have rsvp’d for it so picture me tonite drunk and gawping like a dying fish and being totally starstruck but trying to play it cool but failing miserably. i’m wearing my peacock kaftan to the gala, gibson party outfit not sure yet. today has been the worst hangover so far for us i haven’t left the hotel room. i had microwave macaroni in the tub and felt like complete shit what a waste of water and time, got out and showered. by the time we head home i’ll be sync’d up to west coast time, how superbly fucking great. ok i have to start getting ready now my hair dampness is at that crucial point of no return if i don’t get on it pronto.

otherwise i will look like this (i braided my hair yesterday) i didn’t buy that, i said i don’t want to encourage her and the vintage store guy was like aw but that’s pre-crazy paula.

seriously who broke my glasses i won’t be mad you can tell me.

belted this thing is phenomenal.

thanks brad. sold. just you wait skinny day, i have a prize in store for you. it’s me and my camel toe.

took this same picture four years ago. i was fatter and had crappy platinum blond hair and bangs. ugh.

juno cup at UBC, took the gibson bus there. amazing.

go dinky!

uh oh. apparently rappers rap about patron. hahahah.

well played, sir.

nhl greats vs. rockers. you name it, they were there.

hahah devil horns, has no one received the memo i sent out regarding them? also my orange hat is a hit on these streets people are so vocal here, it’s growing on me. toronto needs to sort some shit out.

seriously go here i’ll do a proper post later of more of the interior. they were very nice and the finds there are insane. INSANE.

oliver tweest.

aw love these guys. when they left at 3? we had a nice time watching a dude sleep stand resting against brad’s u-haul van.

look alicia TROLLERSKATES! is that what asshole commenters on the internet wear when they leave their stupid opinions all over the place?

can you imagine a grand piano on a bus? ridiculous.

keira didn’t buy this cos she is not impulsive like me. if i’d have tried it on you know it’d be mine. it even has slits for geisha knives in the sleeve.

sold.

aw someone’s grandmar made that mickey and they don’t even care.