just wait for my story about returning a french onion soup here. encroyable! had to pull out the i am a food critic and i do this for a living big guns. ontario won in the end and yes it got provincial. fuck this pub.
now we are in mtl. glorious! amazing boutique hotel and a sweet rate :). summeraymi rules. going out to party with my ex bf now, his art gallery is attached to this hotel which explains the rate hook-up. got my davy crocket hat too.
brb with some more snaps. SO MANY.
Gerrit
How ya doing lady? I saw you walking down queen near gladstone last week. Woulda said hi but the heels you were wearing gave me an inferiority complex ha
Raymi Lauren White
gahahahha awwww next time do say hi. i march like i am on a catwalk cos i am shy so i understand.
the hello kitty store. my brain exploded. i kept it down to a ring and bracelet, stopped myself at the birthstone necklace. the shop owner was like, is this for you? yeah duh look at me dude.
hk toque. i would look stupid.
there’s a thing on dave navarro in maxim (i only read boy mags) and his hello kitty addiction. he said its become the ed hardy of the alt world. true enough.
i hope i don’t lose my emaciated-looking abdominal thing i have going on right meow.
check the sad panda comin’ in behind me.
peeping tom. this is actually a bikini. smart. they were playing horrible music, maybe the dookie green day record is ironic now? or maybe french canadian bohemes just have horrible taste in music. i’m sorry but i fuckin’ hate green day and if you don’t, i hate you too. KIDDING! not about my green day disdain, it’s just loud garbage noise and every song is exactly the same.
i could dance in this. WILL dance in this. plus davy crocket hat. then i’ll skin and eat a squirrel.
i switched the top for a smaller size cos i felt like it would make my bewbs look bigger, but maybe not i dunno they’re big(ger) at the moment which is nice. doubt it’ll last. you can’t tell to look at them but to touch, def booblier.
i am already emo from having left quebec city, staying on an extra night in montreal is helping though. bring on the bourbon.
hah trophy girlfriend hat. ever notice how trophy wives have terrible fashion, typically tacky but cos it’s sleek and fresh and expensive, therefore ok?
i am a bit tired looking. vacations are tiring. so are hangovers.
ok i have to sew a button now. men are useless. but it’s fine cos it’ll pay off like gangbusters as a woman sewing a button is the equivalent of a man, i dunno, shovelling the driveway?
haven’t even bothered uploading mystery camera shots i know it’ll just keep me desk chained longer.
ok I’m on it.. ill talk to the actual owner tmrw. not just some front desk biatch. ps french people are never rude. They have this place to keep them happy. Quebec is like the mexico of canada – Quebexico. since your last email had funny photos. here you go.
don’t care if it’s raining, keep smiling. you don’t frown in eurodreamy paradise.
cardi, tank, pants all from bluenotes. socks too. when we burnoutington we go ridiculous shoppington.
when we hit this corner that’s when it starts, shameless gawking. i was made for europe and no, yes i am aware that this isn’t it but it pretty much is at the same time. you must come here.
if there were two of me who would win?
garbage bags or umbrella? albeit rainy, still balmy :).
didn’t even notice the price. bargain!
love our lil darjeeling limited window nook.
perfs for emo window gazing shots.
somehow i’ve gotten way tiny AND my boobs are huge, whaaaat? in my primal i guess.
i had four. i was bummed it was rainy so i made it sunny in my mind. our server was great, loved us. french people haven’t even had a chance to be mean to me, they’re too transfixed i will definitely be back.
fried cheese floating in marinara.
tandoori poultry, shrimp, mango salsa, basmati, roasted garlic. this place is high end. we came here our first night and sat on the patio it was so dreamy. it’s beside a cinema with the oldschool bulbs and marquee. bliss.
attached to this theatre.
i have photos all over this town from when i was 14. i look totally stupid in them though.
haha knackered. we hit the wall last night, didn’t end up going out to chez maurice but we’re going out early evening to get into some mischief and staying a night in montreal tomorrow. wuhoo.
went hello kitty harajuku on the feet. just cos it’s raining doesn’t mean i can’t be fab. i am intent on murdering these steve madden wedges anyway. brought my other ones, the big stacked ones. i do not want to break an ankle on a whimsical cobblestone cluster so i’ll stick to these ones, and maybe my black burlesque shoes in case i feel like hitting the amateur stage. i am searching for a cabaret. was going to wear that blue/red toque but i have too many stripes going on and before you harp me for socks and sandles, talk to a man. this is eurotrashion. it is hot. we met a cute pixie who played the theremin in park slope many years ago who was wearing white ankle socks and black heel sandals, horrible and mesmerizing and my boyfriend the pervert couldn’t stop himself from saying I LIKE YOUR SOCKS. ahha fucking perv. i was 18. i knew what was up. she invited us to a dawn of the hipster on the lower east side loft party. that was an amazing time in my life. anyhow, when i cap an outfit off with something slightly freakish or bizarre, it pays off. live like a fantasy and see what happens.
pub wasn’t sumptuous enough for me. its patio was packed yesterday while we dined from the other more whimsical place across the way, that we waited out a spot on the patio for whilst hung and drinking beer at the bar, our petit dejeuner (your breakfast/lunch, no not brunch shut up asshole) consisted of beers, white wine, pizza, french onion soup on a gorgeous mini side patio movie setting going to treasure it through winter fairy tale lane forever.
full on forcing seafood on the guy. we couldn’t finish these. i got them to bring me crazy habanero. i am fascinating, provinces over.
it was funny walking out of there on my sea (margarita) legs on wedges on cobble stones. proper form always ladies, we whites are functioning drunks here here. when in rome… i said we’ll sit on the veranda to draw in custies. they LOVED it and took our calamari off the bill. loved them so much we went there twice. le capitole go to it. raymbo approved.
yikes scary.
look nacnud! they’re coming back mid-september. they play live. right now it’s a johnny cash thing. wild!! invasion beatles!!!! l’invasion lol! :). oh i’m going to buy a davy crocket hat DON’T FUCKING COPY ME THIS TIME BITCHES!
gave my card to a woman in the ladies who gravitated toward me and as i walked out i saw her show it to a group of people like a teacher during story time in the lobby here. i am a televangelist.
heard it’s crazy storming in toronto right now. ooh scary. we watched a terrible movie called how will i know when we woke up as it was drizzling mist here and overcast, like a gotham tragedy build-up so i sympathize. when you pay for rain on holiday it’s ugh, time to hit the hooch. summer fini pre-mourning thereof.
ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.
mom i look like eileen, which would be @raymismother‘smother. yeah smother. totally.
