Do you want a raymi video added to your resto feature? I’ve been practising. Next time bringing my own lighting. How do you like my adorable crappy french speaking? This martini I am drinking is called GHB. It tasted like pizza. I swear! We got concussed here, down right polluted. The bill was $400 pre-tip. More from this sloppy wonderful night here. We are post-Quebender depressed. Watching Limitless. I am squeezing my swarovski pen like a teddy bear. I forgot my entire bag of makeup at the hotel and had to buy everything today. So expensive. Then I went on a psychotic run like wolves were chasing me, and then I discovered truffle spray at the supermarket. Yum.
RIP Rob Ford. You invited me to City Hall and I never took you up on it. Just before your scandal hit home. I’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if I took you up on that invite.
Lucky number slevin. Ready for seven minutes in heaven with your pal, Raymbo? Knowing the power of your post before you post it, how to not let that change the creative process? Is it possible? no. It’s not. But you carry on like it doesn’t. Luckily, the subject matter and content ratio for this post isn’t de rigueur so maybe I can hide the stupid somewhere in-between. (Puncturing these snaps with some of my moms. good luck readers).
Benny and I and Dan Aykroyd’s crystal head vodka shot glasses. Benny is the eldest performer in the company and has been with the Famous People Players since the very beginning.
Colleague, what did I tell you about flash?
‘Cos then everyone could better see mom going in for the Chris Woods kill.
I spy Afrim and Chris Woods. Can you spy the ones who have crushes on me? haha.
Founder Diane Dupuy chattin’ with City, no biggie.
Diane’s daughter Jeannine holding the fpp‘s playbill.
Else said grace while Dan Aykroyd was holding my mom’s hand, great timing mom (the moment she will NOT STOP RECOUNTING I swear by this point they are going steady) and he was so touched and that’s likely why he wouldn’t let go of her hand, I was standing right there, it was a very surreal moment, with his other hand he put it across his heart and I stood there with EVERYONE’s eyes on us oh so awkwardly crucifying my mom in my head ughh haha.
The man behind the delicious food prepping it, I love these moments before the storm, dude keeps it cool.
Hi Lois!
Hey Chris why don’t you take me along to your night catering for the fords, I know it’s what they really wanted most of all, speaking of, how close am i to auctioning dinner with raymi off? lulz raymi@raymitheminx.com (WHAT!? i love to eat!)
Kitchens excite me. They remind me of Goodfellas.
Just legit bangin’ ‘em out. fantastic. Here are the actual components:
Roast Organic Heirloom Beet Salad
Watermelon Radish and Pea Tender Slaw
Citrus Jerjus Vinaigrette, Chive Oil
Charlene gets to do the coarse salt (assumedly of the sea) . At this precise moment in time I am pouring champagne all over our table. I kept thinking the bottle was just about empty. It wasn’t.
The big moment. Le big kahuna arrives. My mom and I lost it. We are canadiana fanatics. She spent the day researching Dan Ayrkroyd ahahah (I have seen the great outdoors 300 times fyi).
I am fatal attractioning him right out. LOOK AT ME. I should have worn fluorescent and then jumped onto the stage during an act pretending to be a butterfly. I’ve done stupider.
I love it when celebrities make celebrity jokes, like, “we use our celebrity to help raise awareness…” in a truly humble, honest, self-aware way. Dan did that and too bad for him because it made me 30% more intent on stalking my prey all night long. Why do you think I dressed like an ice skating olympiad?
While stalking your prey you study and take note of its gentle, kind nature.
Oh boy!
Heart-melting. Proud parent of performer, said performer and Dan. Omg am I going to doodle Dan Aykroyd hearts on my trapper keeper next?
Mom fought her way and stood her ground once I dared her to, but I couldn’t look strangled my linen and covered my eyes with it instead until the precise moment when mom’s embarrassing hold-out paid off to the me and my daughter window of photo-posing opportunity arrived. These seconds last lifetimes, notice?
Oh my.
Then your hero wedged right on in.
Look how happy he is. I think he smelled my hair.
I don’t know what i am trying to pull here but i think it worked whatever it was. by the way, my earrings are glass cubes, they’re dope.
No one can seem to figure out what the medal means.
We had the best placed table, I could see every vantage point and the mayor’s puppet was right behind me, obviously everyone would look over to it and by proxy me all night long and some of these people are Very Importants.
For example, the guy beside my mom said a table of blokes thought she was a tv personality, news of some sort. I encouraged him to to encourage that notion. Watch out susan hay, tracey‘s comin’ for ya.
And cos I was a blabberholic All night long I ate the slowest and couldn’t finish one course and therefore a twig the next day. Yay!
This is in the front foyer. the puppets and props are phenomenally-made, uber-detailed, and so totally ridiculous, trippy, wild and fun. Nothing you’ve ever experienced before.
The crystal head makes the rounds. The ford family I think took it all home, they were very generous to the fpp. Everyone is bowled over by the success of the charity auction celebrity gala. We made history baby!
Look how smooth I am, that’s my card in his hand. Haha.
Benny does it all. These guys serve, train, and then perform. Brilliant.
Then the ford picnic began.
This is like watching battle on the plains of abraham somewhat. I just came back from quebec. What do you want from me?
Didn’t take me very long did it now? Champagne helps.
Babes.
I think everyone went a little nutzo. The energy was fantastic.
I should have worn a big minnie mouse bow. Takes my hair a few hours to relax once I wash blow-dry and flat iron it why is that the loser caption to this photo? Unbelievable.
We are all special. Here, I am stuffing my hair into my nose. It’s how I relax.
See my earrings? I am going to wear them today. they make my ears read from the clamp but whatever. angelo gave me an amazing pair from his galerie store, they’re copper danglers, one says OUI one says NON. Don’t you love it?
Wow what a moment. Chris is like here Rob, I drew you a picture of a dragon.
Didn’t notice this until saw the photo. My dad has my brother’s ghostmobile, what was it called? But ugh how I wish I’d have thought of this.
Awesome.
Where’s Raymbot?
I’m a performer too. No seriously. It might happen now. First ever front of house performer they hire lol. Here’s a Ghostbusters reference/joke, Raymi, if someone asks if you’re a performer (blogger) you say yes. Actual ghostbusters quote, “Ray, when someone asks you if you’re a God, you say YES!” ahahahha.
Fran stole our set-up.
Aaand here’s our moment. Got me on love lockdown.
Mom and I are so shy and fighting it. That’s why we have to get plastered.
Smooth criminal strikes back, he’s looking at my card, I’m laying on the I AM AMAZING super hard, he is politely taking it in whilst mom expertly dina lohans and lois, I have no idea what she is doing, hiding?
Chris‘ wife. I wonder if I can share the colourful things I learned about Dorothy’s glory days. I love secret freaks.
Uh oh am I starting to look like one of the Pristines?
To be a fly on this wall. We wore equally slutty dresses. I think she was thinking what I was thinking. VEGAS! Plus with Lois right over there.
Reality tv show: ALPHA MADAMES. Starring zero men. Gonna be hot. This is a still.
So it’s like, watching a mime act except thrown through a cyclone of lazer floyd, and a mushroom from alice. My colleague has told me about this production for months, which to self-involved me half-listening while tweeting and gossiping, is hard to make sense of, what? Black jumpsuits, puppets? What are you getting me into this time Scooby? The one thing that resonated, intrigued and piqued my curiosity most of all though, was the players. He told me you wouldn’t know that any of these performers might be special, cos it’s all black, you see nothing but the props. Of course my critical person had to be on board and see for myself these savants and exceptional creatives. Prepare for nothing short of amazement.
Our table didn’t get one of these.
Trouble? A-noooo.
I had to pull my shirt dress down so many times I stretched the strap right out. It’s by Le Chateau. I love it thank you Steph.
It’s like a SNL wall of fame in there, or Second City, which Dan also made mention of. SWOON.
Look how tiny am. Yay. Don’t worry I’m a cow again after my booze holiday and I haven’t worked out in ages :(.
The show begins. It’s Disco fever. SO FUN. Dan is in the front row in the white shirt. I have no idea what the show was about cos I was staring at him the entire time ahhaa. No kidding I watched both.
My mom is telling me that the buzzard behind her jammed her long fingernail into her shoulder while snapping at her to move. I was repulsed. I see women treat my mom like garbage all the time cos she’s pretty, charming and bubbly. You have to be mean to other women sometimes because they force you to. Sickening. We get enough crap from men we should be nurturing and supporting one another ladies. Tsk tsk.
My reaction. Mum also loves to stir up the dramz and knows I’ll flip my lid.
Such cheeky performers too, very clever. Someone must have studied the art of comedy, dragging out a joke, understated movements to garner laughs, it all worked. Superbly and we all know how much of a critic I am.
You can get away with some lewdiness (it was an adult audience TBH) because they’re props, puppets yeah? God I loved this.
Oh yes this reminds me, sunday of the long weekend I’ll be doing a burlesque show at the bovine. End of summer bash. Do come.
Lois was in another part of the audience (bawling and cheering), why no pics of her yet hey? I know my colleague got some but they’re not til the end.
They got Dan up.
There was some freaky sh-.
Blues Brothers homage. The guy who played John it was his birthday this night, one of the singers sang to him accappella and everyone bawled their eyes out, because he stood there with his hat to his chest with Dan beaming at him omg I am tearing up right now i know Lois was a friggin’ waterfall. I think crying makes my mom uncomfortable when she’s being hyper so she just laughed at me. This is what we call a classic raymi mom & godmom SH- SHOW night. Which should be the name of my show.
Can you even see anything?
I went Welsh face.
Oh my god. So emotional. She belted it too it was like relax dude this isn’t the SkyDome.
Story time. More cheering and crying.
Sponsor a performer. Nice.
Then it was our turn.
Good thing we wore black.
When you can confuse those who confuse, I think you are on to something. I will show you eccentric.
That’s dan’s wine. Notice the background props moving.
Hey mom which sex and the city character are you? Gahahaha.
This was fun. Did I say that enough yet?
No problem!
I felt it was an abuse of social media power being in the same room as the mayor during this event, knowing exactly where these photos were going to go, the double entendres, the not even having to say anything cos the hordes of readers will. I just don’t think it’s proper etiquette to drag politics into that of special needs, is all and i tend to shy away from being political period here, as that is not what this blog is about (entertainment, food, culture, celebrity, city gossip, lifestyle, travel, art, fashion, a distraction from reality not toxic negativity) so, what i was saying was, I bit my tongue and gathered all my material.
Engaged in performance art.
“Train” “wrecked”. Like any hero would.
Gave it my all.
Nope, now, just right there.
Mom extracted ancient wisdoms. This is Diane’s mom, she is 95 and folds napkins for the dining hall. She wore a ball gown. FABULOUS. She told my mom she gained her independence when her husband left and all this other brave shit. Excuse me, does anyone have Oprah on speed dial?
Then I reverted back to a ten year old while my mom moved in on Dorothy’s husband. MOM I AM WORKING HERE!
Then Chris was like oh don’t worry raymi I love you too. Ew are my mom and I going to star in a movie like Sigourney Weaver and Jennifer Love hewitt? NICE!
Haha the flying money.
Paul Rudd? Holy crap he is in every movie you forgot about right? We just saw him in Quebec City (in a movie not irl) in a bad Reese Witherspoon flick. Ugh so depressing, also on a rainy day too. Anway thus ends my heartbreaker segue joke.
Ron James came in to pick up the pieces of my broken heart, Chris, we’re through now. I get very jealous. It’s true. Like the good kind of psycho, don’t worry!
Omg I am so tanked. Celebrities make me lose my sh-.
That’s Rob’s mom behind me. I think his brothers wanted to buy me ahahaa. I was done networking by then and knew had pushed my luck in the scandalization department so I didn’t jump on his back. Was tempting. You can get away with anything when you dress like a nordic ice dancer.
Busted by Rob Ford’s mom. Mom talked our way out of it. His brother used it as an opportunity to chat me up. I panicked.
Leggy Lois finally appears. You’ll see more of her in mom’s and Paula’s pics (I am content overload).
How about a private vineyard stroll in the fall, Dan? Oh what’s this? The mail is here and it’s a, restraining order? what?? Cannot be. Okay I can’t tell if this is even funny anymore I am brain-fried from vacay.
In summation, Amazing performance theatre plus celebrities, gourmet cuisine, VIPS and raymitheminx equals a good time. you know who to call! (ghostbusters).
Lolz. ok here’s my mom’s I got tired of trying to insert them within the post.
One of the performers/staff walked in and took this, my mom and I were squabbling and she was stunned, and mother ever the opportunist greedy attention pot stirrer, pretends to cry and plays victim which of course makes me choke her out and thus the self-fulfilling pity prophecy comes full circle right into her hand. Works every time. I am then scolded by the performer, this tiny adorable little woman. But then she zinged us on the way out too bahaha.
Love your shoes mom.
EVERYONE loves Lois.
Twinning.
Once you’re drunk and spazzy everything makes you cackle and laugh and GAAAHH every corner you turn one of these acid trips is staring DOWN AT YOUUUUU! Kinda chucky cheese with the psychadelia cranked up.
See how quickly we Kerouac’s convert?
Nice one mom. Rob Ford, Diane Dupuy, Afrim Pristine, Dan Aykroyd and in the foreground some guy ahaha.
I need to get invited to more of these things. Hello Playboy mansion I am looking at you.
Hot girl comedians. Come on. No brainer. Cause we got no brainz.
My mom is super into these cheesy shots. Steph, before this she goes ok lauren, NOW, “With LOVE” that is the theme of this portrait. benny posed with her. Second time tonight I got ditched for that broad. I’m a Boston her.
Brat pack.
I can fit into any space perfectly and with ease.
See? Colleague says this is why my blog went gangbusters yesterday, this hog belongs to newstalk 1010 jerry agar. Also might I remind you that I am wearing a SHIRT and none of it touched seat if you know what I mean. Blushing.
Cute an creepy, love old plush things, retro. Then we discovered the puppeteer sticks and went ballistic with the lion’s legs hahaha.
milf!
Why Mother, how presidential of you. can easily be glimpsed for Clinton and Lewinsky AHhahahaha.
Blonde, red and black. Rawr.
These two servers? Adorable. He was so Rainman, just precise and so intelligent, total savant. Made sure our water was full. i said mom look, I love that one. Ask for some water. Shoulda seen what happened when i ordered more flutes and a second bottle of champagne. More performing in the dining hall for sure. Interacting with the cast was so cool.
Winding them up too. Blonde hair has saved my ass so many times. Phewf. People believe (and all people in general not the ones we take advantage of which actually, is all people too, no one is spared) that what they are seeing is what they are supposed to be seeing when they encounter my mom and I stuffing our faces in the trunk of an elephant’s snout, we hypnotize them with our bullshit, colleague or Lois captures the magic and voila: CRAP-O-BLOG-FANTASTICA!
Best night ever!
That’s Eileen. She’s an old gal, we told her my Nana (my mom’s mum) is named Eileen, they’re BOTH 81 and BOTH from Manchester, or near the same town as each other. Can ya baleeve it? I was blasted when we discovered this an bubbly nearly shot out-ma nose, ach it did. did’nt it mum.
The one I choked my mom in front of. She got over it quick.
I’m the sparkly thing that draws them in and my mom’s the Scorpion who goes in for the kill ahaha, what’s that called a Black Widow?
Need to do a redux to the guide to sneaking into things. Step 4: Ambush.
Oh. Is this thing yours?
How much airbrushing did you do to this photo mom?
Hahah awesome.
They did not stand a chance.
Yes, I do have a bright future Mr. Mayor. I do a lot of good for the city. Fact.
Team Girls swooping in.
OH MY Gawd. It seems a lot more scandalous this way. I just thanked Jerry over twitter for the ride.
Isn’t Etobicoke the Jersey Shore of Toronto too?
CUTE!
Fabulous!
See? No one can resist my mother.
Hahaha this just keeps going omg. No wait it’s done. YES!
i was trying to come to the words lady sovereign and it was not happening.
i do a little stripper dance at one point here. i am great.
i love that shirt. i thought about it all the way home and smiled picturing myself and the pictures it’s like f-ing permanently tattooed on to my brain like the care bears. it’s like wearing an ecstasy pill. this shirt. everything i tried on you can buy obvi. not at sky rocket prices either but yeah, holy crapola the clothing selection angelo has is mint. fashion groupie to a whole new impressive level. some pre-teasers may be found here. triple-a faaabulous time montreal i will def be back again. thanks a much. yes that is a new saying i just started.
rolled up and out and into a clockwork orange reverie.
made breakfast.
opus is where all the stars stay.
drank breakfast.
walked through the gardens, and by gardens, dance club lounge roof patio, all while savouring a delicious granny smith. part of breakfast what i prepared lovingly.
checked it all out.
dukes of hazard or bust, guy.
played stand-in for heather graham, austin powers 5?
what’s up churchills?
i need to check out switzerland next. i’ve been reading a lot about it lately.
i liked that building.
nom-diddly-om.
said hello to our neighbours. (fixed my hair in their window’s reflection).
went for a walk about.
kissed the boys and made them cry. look how french my eyebrows are right meow. tinting them gold when i get back homme.
hitchin’ a ride southwest.
boned up on my elements.
orange you glad i didn’t say banana?
i said to teacher i want to live in a hotel. he goes, I KNOW YOU DO. ahahaha.
just pour rire behind me, they’re moving it i am sad. it’s like not ever seeing a game at maple leaf gardens, not the same. though i caught a game with my dad against florida. thanks dad!
next it’s pack, gallery, and gone. :(.
downstairs in the hotel is angelo’s OPP gallery we have spent so much time in it i am starting to dream of it. and down there it’s like the basement of the pentagon with these pieces made of sheet metal, something thicker. some art was bought by opus for their lobby and lounges.
What do you think i am thinking here? best caption wins something. Look at my shit eating grin for one thing, my mom looks overwhelmed. She was probs eyeballing Dan Aykroyd. TAG TEAM.
hahahahha ahhh yes. if you’re greedy for more teasers from this night voila click for my post buried from a few days ago i blog too much. don’t stop til you’ve blogged enough sha-moan! psst. in the “if anybody cares” file here we have my twitter @raymitheminx follow me and lets talk shit all day long together.
this post is far too long to do on vacation so i look forward to rehashing the evening’s events first thing tomorrow moanin’ as by the time we get back today i’ll have scrambled brains from the carbage voyage.
the bobbsey twins are a great team.
mom your arms are so toned!
see you soon onterrible! missed ya.
older white dudes and harleys, like peanut butter and jelly.
oh it was brought.
and then there are my mom’s photos to blog as well. oh man. actual work.
and don’t forget our food(ie) crush on monsieur chris woods. i might have to drink a bottle of champagne to get through this one and remember precisely everything that went down. also, i like bubbles.
i felt far too stereotypically french girl in this get-up last night. oh well c’est la vie!
this is how i went out to the rippers. i am calling the spoke club’s ancient telephone. hello? are there any self important mysterious rich dudes lingering around the lobby, yeah? well tell them i am busy, i can’t talk right now bye. you shoulda seen the looks i got all weekend long and i know i talk about that a lot but that’s why you read my blog, it’s a virtual reality raymi experience, you as me, and guess what you did last night? tons of shit! you were awesome and everybody loved you.
oh god. minibar tally from the manoir victoria. i was like, where is the box for EEEVERYTHIIIIING?
we drove through several climate changes. the french countryside? is it called that? but anyway it is beautiful. it was dusk by the time we were leaving montreal for quebec and we were carbage crazy. it was nice to see it en route back to montreal.
traffic was smooth sailing. i read two copies of vice.
there is a european finish to all that you see. truly lovely. many people we hung with last night have never even been to quebec city. it is a must. i’ve been referring to it as canada’s cheap europe.
HAY THAT’S GREAT!
that and the other grey sweater with the yellow stripes are the warmest layers i’ve brought. today it is so gorgeous i want to lounge on the outdoor patio after i get this crapaholic post up.
every five minutes i’d stop reading and take pictures of stuff, namely, self. duh le duh.
it’s safe to say these watches are a fad. once they pop up so quick, they vanish just as quick (got mine in wasaga beach). hi, have we met? i’m called i know everything. what’s up.
fleur de lys signage! so medieval. which quebec city totally is. it’s like crawling around a kingdom, except walking, in wedges.
street shot!
ang’s roof view. prick. great rent price too. asshole. his loft is like f-ing BIG.
tried on so many hats and all looked stupid, the vision i had wasn’t panning out but i was intent on getting one anyway and this dumpy thing was the charmer of the bunch. they had all these signs saying no pictures and a cartoon drawing of a shitty customer posing with a coonskin hat on and a good customer in the process of purchasing tourist junk with a wad of cash in their hands. i imagine they must get hordes of asshole tourists, lots of things are chained down to their shelves too.
when we checked in they asked if we wanted evian or wine, moments prior, pickled as all hell i was like, ok maybe ill tone’r down on the booze today. then a dinner bell went off in my ear and i heard FREE WINE. sweating on ice in the sun through the modern window. we were handed a goblet each. heaven and luxury. sober day will start tomorrow.
i die for these modern hotel rooms and turn them into my beaver damn cave instantly. everyone is so sweet. i guess in the hospitality industry such as hotels are, you can’t be grouchy. i’ve harassed the front desk and concierge 3 times each since deciding to stay on another night. they think i’m a freak. i wonder if angelo gave them my blog. he’s glad we’re staying longer cos we can delay the gallery shoot for another day now. he is hung as crap too, i’m surprisingly not as bad as i thought i would be now that i am becoming human again as the day carries on. he doesn’t normally drink but when he does it’s all suicidal shots of bourbon. we had an amazing feast last night with these two young party girl french chicks, one ginger, one brunette, and me blonde. charlie’s angels? they were non-stop, loved them. oh i just remembered this one resto we were turned away from cos the chef was too drunk and a black matte mercedes was parked out front like the batmobile it was SO DOPE and you drink here til 4, i forgot about that. yeah i can never live here i would be dead by 30. i spoke to many artists last night, very eccentric and i consulted by concentrate every which one of them. they all said they were lazy and i said marketing is more than half the work of art, so you can’t afford to be lazy. one guy is making a play based on a guy similar to angelo, so bizarre. ok if i don’t jump to the next photo i will never shut up here.
thanks again mykel!!! i want a barbie head one for my niece’s birthday please thank you. no is not an option. teacher didn’t wear it out.
love the set-up. how long did they labour over which way to pose the chair?
no more room pics cos it’s all a sty now. no just kidding, tickle trunk trinkets are just scattered everywhere.
our view. that’s just pour rire down there, the white marquee. cool eh!
clever classy. ear plugs. the ceiling is also quite amazing.
so over this colour. normally i bring several bottles and nail polish remover with me, but didn’t this time, just the bottle to keep reapplying where it chips. i’m getting a minx manicure when i get home. roots too. oh platinum, you’re so high maintenance.
smooth bed. very different room than our chateau nook in q city.
sigh. now i wish i scooped that birthstone necklace. it felt a little excessive. we shopped a lot.
just using the bottle of gin as a prop, hell no we aren’t touching anything here. 49 for a mini bottle? i wanted a glass of champagne but they don’t do by glass so i’m having our own gas station coors lights at the moment and a burger plus poutine is on the way up. this is a way better idea than sitting in the carbage for 6 hours. we’re going to a meaty hipster resto tonight i cannot wait, we saw it yesterday, all these hipsters in plaid shirts, v cowbell/parts ‘n labour/black hoof.
see the ceiling if you can get past the other weird shit that’s going on, it’s like total recall the matrix cinderblock with a glaze finish, totally why we didn’t feel the earthquake.
when you go to the strip club you have to dress like a whore.
nice backdrop. we didn’t let the maids in once. i get kind of howard hughes sometimes about strangers messing with my stuff cos i leave it all laying out self-entitled in a disarray, an organized mess that i know where everything is, even a hello kitty earring beneath a sock in a certain fold of the sheets DO NOT FUCK WITH MY ORDER!
and my new look is medieval. so many dresses i wanted here, so expensive. like faire outfits with bodices, lots of ruching and curvy sexy goth princess being captured by a dragon in a tower type pieces. i was like, where would i wear this? omg EVERYWHERE. teacher was really into it too. angelo coincidentally showed us some rings he has and said that goth stores are the secret to cool hipster accessories. truth! just check my maypolesque head wreath, don’t i look like a bounce dryer sheet commercial?
the first one i tried on was the winner, perfect fit, white flowers not too loud, matches my ice white hair omg i need a baby doll nighty and a baby deer to run by.
zero per cent into gun bravado kitsch. i guess this is irony, no, stupidity. i like the crystals though so…
omg i am already bored of this bikini (just kidding).
just kinda busted myself on the gun bravado trip thing non? well it goes with le chapeau and the burger just arrived. it didn’t stand a chance, nor the poutine. i have make out face from trying to shove the burger in mouth (it’s on big brown texas toast so good!) like a dog with a yard long bone through a doorway, does.not.fit.must.make.fit. we are classy degenerates and its felt like sunday for the last 3 days for us, you know what that feels like right? yeah, extending the party forever. he goes back to school super soon. poor dude. but who will i mentally abuse all day long now? haha he said aw hopefully it’s still me.
my abuse comes with fur. ooh so lewd. rude dude. i’m speaking all oakville 20 year old now after last night.
i stopped doing shots way before everyone else. there’s no point, i am already crush fucked and trust me you will not like what happens after that shot, i’m already perfectly good to go right now and i always hit the water a few times in between. drink responsibly, booze bags. though we were partying with kids so they tend to forget you’ve been doing this a lot longer.
ahh gad the poutine has turned on us, noooo.
raymi’s angels. this dinner was phenom. tartare and ceviche, plantain chips with salsa, coriander chicken balls, candied salmon, tons of drinks and shots. fantastic place, i want a bar like this in toronto.
we started on a high note and went to shittier and shittier dives, they were all fantastic. i liked the sad chairs in this raised level part, you could smoke in the back room (gross)(to which i became progressively more vocal about as the night wore on, how disgusting everyone who smokes is ahha i am a bitch and you deserve it) and we kept bumping into this girl who read my blog since she was 18 (now 24) and angelo’s like, dude, you impressed me. meanwhile he’s all established and successful and some girl comes up to me in a hole in the wall and says hi and i somehow win ahahaha. well, he likes redheads. we had THREE in-tow last night. anyway look it’s two raymis. eerie.
shitty, pointless, but it’s still content, roll with it!
apparently there was just an earthquake. didn’t feel it though. hotels are pretty fortified yeah? our rate is so cheap it’s stupid not to take advantage of it plus we’re too hung to drive and would probably fight the whole way home and eat a mountain of st. hubert.
