long ass beasts. my minxologist has reminded me it’s time for another minxing. i’m going to get jacked on coffee and go through decals after this post.
and the lobster in his risotto can be tracked back to nova scotia probably from there but if one of you feels like seeing the adventure journey of something in my stomach on this rainy afternoon, go for it.
this post ended up being shorter than i thought and therefore more boring. meh. suicide saturdays game on!
thursday saw me meeting up with a mystery client in the library bar at the royal york. my decision. i wanted to have dinner afterward at epic, also in the royal york. i dressed like an escort, unintentionally so but then once paired by my client i looked like a full-fledged woman on the clock. i went with it.
i made him take pictures of me.
part of your work being a virtual salesperson gives you an opportunity to put all your skills to practise, sometimes people want to do business with you because of what you look like but you never lead on that that might have something to do with it instead turn the iphone to camera and strike it up. a table of texas oil tycoony types sat behind me and the one big shot loud mouth of the group didn’t notice me until we up and left then hollered, beckoning for me to stay, oh you’re not leaving are you? this is why i love the library bar. ballsy rich flamboyant drunks. i winked and sashayed on out of there.
avocado butter spread we couldn’t figure it out or recall what IF it was that (maybe asparagus?) but it was the champion.
the masters of the universe table of men traveled over to epic as well we could see and hear them the whole time, great entertainment. part of me wanted to join them but i knew that would go downhill fast plus i was in a business meeting.
i love old school fine dining.
the old school sexist waiters, not so much. my client said he doesn’t normally go to fancy restaurants so he didn’t understand why the waiter would wait for HIS say after the wine was poured or a plate was ready to be cleared, i’d motion and instruct that it was fine, i was clearly in charge here but not in oldschool waiter world, they take this shit seriously. i can offer my professional dating services in from of table etiquette and dining manners. raymi at raymitheminx .com hahaha no i’m serious.
yikes i look crazy.
the caesar salad i went back to epic for after FOUR YEARS of obsessing over it, verdict? not worth it. nowhere near as delicious as i boozingly romanticized it that night. oh well.
telling ya, scarf is the best versatile accessory.
not everyone can take non-blurry photos. i’m going to start bringing a real camera out with me. may as well get one for south beach.
ok now my blackberry pics. it’s raaaaaaaaining and pouring. more blog posts, more cleaning, maybe a fun trip to ikea for new cushions.
ps look! thursday JUNE 9 there’s a sample sale at nella bella. that’s the brand that does my flower clutch that is my currently rotated half part of the london bag. i am giving my mom the other half of it cos she is obsessed with the print or seeing it on my blog all the time has hypnotized her into wanting to BE ME more. heheh. everyone is obsessed with that bag. go get your own or one like it or whatever. bye.
here are more of my grey dress going out photos. that was the best cheapest investment i ever made, in that dress. i have it in black too, britt gave it to me cos once she saw me in it she goes now i know what it is supposed to look like (fit body) i don’t want it which is hyperetarded of her to say cos her body has and always will be tinier and better than mine.
aaaand without further ado i bring you teacher’s heart attack in the making.
fat face looks younger but be careful how many drinks you throw back to fatten it up you don’t want to go into christina aguilera face bloat territory woah i was so going in that direction there for a spell. scared me.
me and christine. how far do we go back? since before twitter, her name is synonymous with spadina monologues i think she trickled in around the MG days? did you know christine also made her way onto a reality show on a tropical island to boss around men and it was broadcast in the uk or something? huge. ask her about it. maybe that’s why she does that british accent voice? (stop doing that sorry ilu but be you) anyway i love this broad and am proud she’s a lifer like me, it’s good to see her face in the scene.
where do i start on this girl, well lets see, mine was the first blog she ever read so i guess i paved the crazy blogway for her, she probably learned how to walk because of me too. we have a good time together even though all her girlfriends are ice queens to me and i take it out on her via text and we don’t hang that often cos we’re both super busy but when we make time it’s the best (bad girl secrets) time, which will be tonight.
and the best thing about casie is that there are two casies. it blew me away when she told me about how mean and catty girls were two these two growing up, competitive nasty chicks, like calling up men’s wives and lying about casie to them just to cause mad drama. not cool. anyway this is jenie, casie’s sister fyi.
and that’s casie’s little kate who beelined me. i like when people get up in my face if they have good energy, it makes me a little shy and i say a lot of dumb shit but only because i am so flattered that we are both number one fans of me for that moment. i met adil’s (sorry name just slipped my mind) other part of mycitylives, chick’s a sweetheart.
ok this post was probably the best post i ever wrote.
