Yo guys “what is up”? Is that a dimple? I think so!
Sick of Movember pervert faces yet? lol. Sheldon sat beside me at the game yesterday. I almost punched someone’s lights out for his dad. All us social media folk were grouped together thanks to Shannon. Love that girl.
I kind of looked like a lesbian idiot but whatever.
Rebeccablugh was my date. Yaymi my teeth look white. I whiten them like cray but still don’t feel like they are white enougn. My dad said there is only so much enamel we have on our teeth. I’m supposed to go to the dentist tomorrow but I’m not going cos I won’t be out of town by then so, sorry mom have fun.
That looks funny to me. Like ants, or exercising grasshoppers. The world through my eyes can be awesome.
This chick looked like Anne Hathaway to me. I saw her all week long and needed a pic before leaving and finally got one last night. I took the train back first class this morning at 6:45am. I had two breakfasts. The first being McDonald’s the second being the breakfast they serve to the fat cats on train which I just picked at, my eating remorse is something fierce after 5 days and nights of feasting. I didn’t make it to a museum this time but as one pal said, a museum of food I attended instead. By now you guys know how much I love to eat so this suited me fine.
Even though I seemed before like I ate a lot that’s because I only always showed what I ate and nothing but when I was actually combining with that a hell of a lot of restricting. But not this week. Zero restrictions. I check my stomach/body in the mirror obsessively now and can’t tell if it’s regular Lauren bloat or if I am fatter but I am still in my skinny window well enough but outside anymore and I will be too big for my constitution to take. I at least don’t have hardcore eating guilt like old-me would have because I am still in the eating mood, guilt-free forcing self to enjoy it mode which makes you a little less fat than if you were stressed out of your mind imbibing eating. This is a Lemon princess bar. For princesses. French people eating like princesses. Marie Antoinettes. It made me giddy to be around like we’re going on a spectacular eating adventure together no holding back and everyone’s going to love it. I had a wonderful week spent with great people.
We had two bottles of this phenom wine during our four course Italian meal. I didn’t even take pics of the pasta it was so much food. Then we went out and partied. Naturally.
So much red meat and red wine I am lucky I don’t have the gout. I could feel, or obsessed that I could feel my insides, various organs responding to all the excessive f-ing dining I was doing like my stomach was having its own heart attack perhaps, or is that an ulcer over there or what’s this pain from back there, drunk push-ups? Okay good.
They were not in to me taking pictures here at all, with flash, so this shadowy mysterious bird is a cornish hen and it was RIDONKULOUS. Later on at one of the bars we went to I took a flash picture and they got bitchy about that too so I was like I am not letting you people control me and Ari. was like good for you, totally on my side. You can take a few flash photos in a restaurant at your table because I said so.
The best here was the octopus salad which I have a photo of on my phone cos it takes better night pictures albeit still grainy in quality. Anyway who cares blog, who cares.
Meat I forget the name of but we got the last one of. Score.
This bottle stared at me and I it, for days, until I got the text to crack it open and this was a lovely me-time afternoon I’ll say haha.
Just me and this old bat. I saved some for the others don’t worry.
I’d love to say that I am being productive while out here, but I’m not. I planned to write. Instead, I study. Compile.
Tonight is my last night. Then the bender continues in T-Dot. Here here.
Everyone I’ve been spending time with has been on a food bender. It’s been lovely, indulgent, fattening. Delicious wine. Or, délicieux rather. Everyone is singlish and eating, happy. Small-knit group of fashionable hip modern people, everyone is good crazy, loud and expressive and very very nice.
Spending time almost exclusively in pretty, charming, and grand old Montreal has much added to the escapist fairytale dream too, and with the addition of Christmas ornaments, lush garlands of white lights everywhere you look beautiful glowing gold in the face it makes you feel lonely in the most loveliest way.
Something to warm up your Mondays with. My new Jacuzzi hot tub quest: In the Jacuzzi® Hot Tub Market! “…Who’d like to get in a Jacuzzi hot tub with ol Raymi Bunny? Fun times to come! Jacuzzi hot tub girl challenge accepted.”
Check out my adorable post and the reason why I built an outfit around my designer bathing suit Friday evening haha. In that case always remember to bring a second shirt because your first one will get wet.
I like this outfit so much I’ll wear multi-variations of it for weeks.
Sorry (you’re welcome) in advance. ps. who’s a Mosista? I am. Meet Ms. June!
Evidently the stories that I tell IRL need to be written down and/or shared. Sitting on a bevy of material and it’s not always supposed to be about my good looks. Fine. I just feel rusty lately and shy, guarded, private, thoughtful living out a Kerouac nightmare. I like the solitude and bailing on a lot of stuff, doing nothing for long periods but then I know that time will come to an end and I’ll have a stacked schedule from all things long put off. I have been running from my own life and I am not finished yet.
I will just dive in to it then.
Last night at Raymaoke I noticed a man staring at me like crazy. I sang Pretty Woman. Phenomenally. Oh and for the sake of the story I looked like this at the time.
I am in peril of becoming suburban fat. This dress fits still so it is a good gauge. We Canadian women have to survive many winter long months yeah? We typically gain a few.
Keep them coming.
See you in Vegas.
Close enough.
Too bad I was smelling vom at the time of this photo. Sad face.
You know it’s the 12 year anniversary of this here blog this month right Little Raymis? Tell me your fav Raymbo hits and “get hooked-up” if you know what’s good for you. I have interesting shit in store for you aaaaall next week btw! (other brands and peeps in general get on board raymitheminxATgmail.com just sayiiiing). Anyway remember that hair I had? Look who started it.
