we begin at mercatto. a special place to me, albeit the other location on toronto street (ave?) we went to the bay location and i walked in alone and every yuppie head turned to look at me, i was super shy but played it cool and went out front to immediately explode about it. i didn’t get (read) the memo in my itinerary that we had changed locations to meet at. no problem everyone pile back in the cab van.
i was kind of a stress bag. i had my session at tmr that morning then rushed home to shower pack dash to meet alen to get another camera (which i didn’t use once, i need another flash card) then to mercatto (the wrong one) and then settle in for a pow wow meeting pre-flight. it didn’t take long for the mania to subside, thanks to light stella. the party had begun. i am super high strung, i was stressed cos i wanted to make sure adventurehouse was ready and i know from history we all have a tendency to take our sweet fucking time. it’s hard to organize people when you yourself are a basket case.
many hot men in this restaurant, women too. i complimented many chick’s outfits and received compliments in return. everyone was drinking wine, at noon. walking out of there chatty and buzzed. must be nice to have liquid high-end lunches all the time. one man said ciao to me when i smiled at him as he left and i was like lucas go after him and get his card NOW at the same moment monika started speaking about our next whatever from the itinerary. missed connection yet again. she said anything you want we will do for you no questions asked. i said ok well i wanted him and you just cock blocked me. hahah. that chick is awesome.
i ordered the calamari. asked for hot peppers. blew my mind inside out. am i doing any damage with all the heat i consume? maybe we should go to mitzi’s tonight so i can have mados. darius are you around?
i called stew a thousand times on the way to the restaurant, he finally answers (or calls me back) totally hiding how not prepared he is. are you packed? yes, yes i am. SO wasn’t packed. i’m glad he lied to me. laughed my head off when he said i totally wasn’t even packed. always protect me from extra stress if you can manage it fyi everybody. i bet i will have a heart attack by thirty. a friend of mine had two by 25. seriously.
when i have a sad panda friend i always tell them there are more colours in the world than just grey (to inspire happy thoughts) can you imagine road testing that line looking at this fuckin’ picture right now? pfft. sayonara toronto.
yellow dude is the contest winner. they all sat behind us and drove me up the wall and got me a talking to for being loud and then enemies with our stewardess. the blond girl always gets singled out, oh she has personality and loud clothing so we’ll talk to her. FT.
the rule for us was cock block if there are creepers present and we’re siblings if it’s someone we like. we ended up just cock blocking one another like crazy i guess. you see two blondes who both dress zany hugging and stumbling and yelling around the room and dancing like monkeys you gotta assume they’re a pair. i didn’t really mind i was there to be with my friends and enjoy them not some french peen.
melodie awkwardly on display waiting for the loo. i went and waited but a guy was in there for ages so i gave up and i also didn’t want turbulence to knock my naked ass out of there with my jumper tangled up around my ankles. bloated city.
poor monika rode with the contest babies in the stretch suv which we nicely let them have. based on how hyper we were in our limo i can only imagine how loud that ride was hahaha.
oh right i forgot why i was hired for this campaign, this is how we do it, professional indie party girl at your service. not only do i play the game, i break it to fucking pieces.
quick everybody place long distance roaming calls on the company dime just because. just kidding everybody i’d want to talk to at that point in time was already with me. maybe i should have called melodie. oh that’s right we sent each other hungover stupid DM’s throughout the weekend. her: hi pretty me: hiiiiiii her: uisegfsfgdskj me: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii so useless hahaha.
home base. finally. funny how quick everyone turns to referring to their hotel as home when you’re out shopping or dining, like, ok when we get home we’ll check your suitcase. you mean, hotel home? cute. that’s a universal meme right there.
your VIPs have arrived. i don’t even want to know what our collective booze/room service bill was. actually yes i do. a mini bottle of champagne was 85 bucks. we ordered a billon beers.
having a chill out drink in the lounge while waiting for our rooms to get out of our handler’s hair. they bring you your martini and then an extra martini. that’s very smart or very stupid on their part, albeit generous. i drank it like water. check the inq 3g face plate on stew’s phone that comes with your cell. groovy.
i want to live in a hotel forever like eloise. we both have the same mental capacity, live in our heads, and blond hair and ridiculous outfits. i just need to get a pet turtle with a red bow wrapped around it.
i had moments of pure elation when i was alone in there looking out the window hugging myself happily zoning into my internet zen mode. nothing like a new space.
i should have been chain smoking naked in the window but i don’t smoke but you know, or a semi-nude bohemian unemployed brooding hot musician pacing around. next time.
if you don’t close the shower curtains you can totally watch people use the toilet which we almost saw one of us do before i swooped in and saved them. i am a nice girl. sometimes. in fact, yesterday the red flag told me he’s never heard me say one bad thing about a person ever.
that concludes round one for now. watch this video of us on the way to the club for NYE having a balloon fight which i totally instigated and wouldn’t stop. melodie was pissed cos she worried her hair would get messed up. oh whatever melodie you cut it all off like sigourney weaver there’s NOTHING to mess up.
here’s us in the hallway and i unfortunately clicked video off literally one second before walking right into a wall. i was filming so my depth perception of reality was off plus piled on top of that was a gauntlet of intoxicants. i have another video of the aftermath of everyone laughing at me though i’ll share later.
we got a noise complaint in my room so we left for casie and stew’s. gee i wonder why we had a complaint haha.
when my brains start working again i’ll do a montreal in review post. such a wild time. could get used to this life. easily. um my toe is black and blue from slamming it into the stupid bed frame in my room. i burst into tears at the airport when i saw how bad it was, in the cab it was pretty swollen. we showed those kids how to party man. thanks inq friends for making me look good. xo
i went j-lo today. i feel super greedy. i haven’t given in to such a self indulgent, selfish big purchase in awhile. bought this rabbit fur vest i’ll wear tonight with my bikini top tights and fryes. getting my roots done and an updo. keeping it raymi.
wearing this thing is a nightmare. such cut eye and admiration and when you go to a public washroom you huddle there naked hugging yourself in fear someone’s going to walk in on you shivering like a loser.
made a scene in these us with stew in front of all these people in a huge line to get in to the club downstairs and all these dudes were like SWEEEDEN OH YEAHHH GIIIIIIIRL ahaha nice.
JOIN OUR BLOG CULT JOIIIIIN UUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSS. stew is feeling the blogging now, it all makes sense to him. the contest winner boys are like now let me get this straight, this is your JOB? yup.
i’m the only one who didn’t get a bath. no worries i have a glass wall view into the shower. so far no bed warmer locked down. i get shy. i am a wiener. this is my game OK GOODBYE GOOD NIGHT SO LONG aaaaaand run away. cool.
oh don’t worry we ripped him good about that outfit. this is not theholiday inn and then tally came out in a robe and ray bans. dude what is this risky business? we do not know you right now we are going to the lounge and you are going to your room to change. oh yeah i won a dance off against a dude. it was epic.
we got a noise complaint in my room. was like oh yeahh tell you can tell my neighbours they’re loud f–ing and they f– shitty. kidding about the last part. but it’s a new slogan i’m going to paint or put on t-shirts. YOU FUCK SHITTY. actually i am making that the title of this post. so we move the party to casie and stew’s room. then lucas opened a beer that was pure water and called the front desk and we were all like BUZZ KILLL no more trouble and they gave him two beers. this hotel is the best.
hahahaha this made me crack up when i saw it after going through the others. my brains are frizzle frazzled right now some of these sentences are super hard to piece together.
my entourage and some of the french blogger’s entourage. they are awesome and stylish and just as spaced out as we are i wonder what they got up to last nite i could barely understand over he accent and the stupid what is me right now i’m so dazzled by the enchantment and self confidence, it’s sexy and inxoticating. self assuredness. i really like john’s brand. total diva. he got the fred perry bag i wanted but i can’t wear a bag so i bought doc’s and a jumper and that vest.
we were all hilarious wrecks. casie was throwing shit over my dressing room door. i had piles of clothes. we made it out alive. the music was super loud and gino techno it was like way too seamless a segue from last nite/morning’s party.
bought this. trying to do the math for multiple people and my greedy self, dividing my $500 style exchange card (my diva gift) in this state of mind was not easy. i was overwhelmed and insane.
sigh. partially got them in homage to my brother. nostalgic. i’m so gay for family what am i italian? james at the motion room and i were doing our session and ribbing one another and i’m like man can you imagine trying to talk if we were both italian and he goes if we were both italian we’d be talking at the same time and not hearing what the other was saying at all ahahaha.
entourage contest winners. so young and impressionable. can’t wait to eat them ALIVE. we got yelled at on the plane cos of their loud excited talking. of course i took the heat cos of my dumb outfit. i love that stew is here having my back and scoping the haterade raining down on me before i even know.
today i learned that this is not a day outfit for the financial district. it’s been exhausting trying to walk with my chin up as if i’m not not wearing pants.
it’s fun to read things about yourself on the internet sometimes from people who have never met you yet have been obsessively haunting, stalking, harassing, watching you for years and through what they have seen on your blog decide they know you. they have no idea how i operate in real life, how i talk to people, listen to them, attend to their needs, flip out on them when necessary. if i am so terrible why are they so obsessed with me? is it because i am “so terrible” or is it something else they just can’t admit to themselves? i am past caring i just think people’s reactions to me are funny sometimes when i’m in the right mood.
i was blog spotted at the lcbo yesterday in line as i was showing off my swarovski bracelets to the cashier who said she liked them and as i was saying i didn’t have a boyfriend so i have to adorn myself with this crap cos no one else is going to the other clerk turns to me and says do you blog? as i am stuffing two bottles of wine into my gigantic steve madden purse, yes, i do. do you blog? he asks again. my girlfriend reads it. she is obsessed with it. doesn’t that mean HE reads it too if he recognized me? heheh anyway it was flattering and i said hey thanks! and whizzed outta there and now i have to whiz outta here. had a great vest-wearing work out today and sweated profusely. naively thinking i can just dirtbag princess not shower after i air out a bit. no dice. i totally have over packed and i know i won’t even wear a quarter of what i bring. i hope our rooms are connected. turns out one of my pieces of fish is also going to montreal tomorrow. things are going to be retarded with a capital R. charging my inq phone now no more huge phone bills for my blackberry when i get back. the last time i went to montreal was, hmmm, was when i toured with matt good. many years back. when next you ear from me i shall be doing the starfish on a beautiful boutique hotel bed. follow me on twitter if you want up to the minute voyeuring. the hash tag is #INQNYE to see everyone’s bantering back and forth since the beginning of this entire raymi party circus. cannot wait to be clinking a day beer with casie in half an hour. BYEEEEEEEEE happy new year.
my resolution is to be prettier, which would entail no more drinking or partying or dating. wah wah. gonna give’r one last hurrah. maybe i’ll start taking those hormones all the celebs take, whats it called again? you get it from people who sell steroids.
gah the cab is here no time to proofread this post hope there aren’t too many typo fuck ups.
two nights at the W and vip open bar at bains douches (amazing name) for new years eve. i have never gone away for NYE. we are all stoked. i am totally under-packing this time not going to blow it. looking forward to my own suite. i don’t really know anyone in montreal so if you know any cool people who want to baby me, point them in my general direction thank you. i know drunken stepfather but he’s a scumbag hahah and i also know my ex boyfriend, who is also a scumbag, so, perfect. big pre-thanks to INQ MOBILE for making this all go down. it is going to be refuckingdiculous. excited to meet the contest winners and play walkie talkies with them and all our gay red phones. so fun. this is the winner:
and this is the french blogger who is also going to be on deck showing us how it’s done posh french style. uh maybe i should dust off my french dictionary. meh. i am pumped for the shopping spree at style exchange i am GENEROUSLY sharing with my party ambassadors melucas, stewart and maaaaaaaybe casie too if she’s lucky heheh. i may as well bring an empty suitcase. stewart and casie are sharing a room so it’s stewart and (casie)stewart. cute. already did my nails. tonight it’s an early sushi dinner then last minute obsessively staring into my empty suitcase and selecting which underwear to bring. i swear i always pack 300 pairs and they take up all my space. i’m being ruthless and cut throat this time no more hoarding or packratting or bringing unnecessary “needs” i won’t even touch. making a pit stop en route to lunch tomorrow to pick up another camera, thanks alen!
laundry folding time one of my favourite past times. seriously. do you think i am insane if i squeeze in another work out tomorrow morning? i am addicted. i’m on the new fliers too.
the bender began last week, the exact moment was when casie declared she was on one til new years. in the back of my head i was thinking uh oh, now she’s done it. maybe my new year’s resolution will be giving up drinking. profusely.
need to stock burlington massive with bottles of hot sauce, jerk, mados, everything. i have so many needs, so many cosmic needs to fulfill and satiate there is only so much weed you can smoke or wine you can drink, sometimes you just gotta see through time.
i’m in that resigned state presently, where i don’t care, where i care too much, and where i have given up caring, or trying to change things. or want things. expect things. anymore. what can i do more than i am already doing? i don’t know.
I wandered into your blog last week, via your flickr account, via “the
known universe”. Amazing discovery! NOBODY posts 50,000 photos to a
flickr account (20,000, maybe, but not 50,000!). You have invented a
new photographic art form. It is better than Yousuf Karsh or Ansel Adams.
It will take a long time to finish looking at all 50,000 photos, but I’m
sure I’ll be able to do it by the end of next year. Then I can start on
the older blog entries.
Since you now seem like an old friend, I want to wish you a Merry
Christmas and a Happy New Year. I am standing by to see what happens to
you in the next couple of hours.
the lemon and the salt was unnecessary. i drink my tequila like a true mexican, according to an artist i saw once. how does a mexican do a shot of tequila? then she threw the lemon onto the floor with gusto and pounded the shot. i mistook this glass of milagro, wait, not milagro it’s the orange bottle sister to the blue one whatever that is, but anyway after all the hot sauce i was putting back i mistook this glass for my little tumbler of water. whoops. made no difference i lost all sense of taste by that point.
this isn’t a review so i’m not contractually bound to tell you what the hell this is i will tell you though that it came out on fire and i asked if we ate the fire because i am a smart person like that.
followed by a snoozer replete with blinking. obviously i am scoping out my skinny progress. saving the shirt raised abs-revealing ones for my reference library.
tickle trunk room party. where it always ends up and why my room is constantly trashed. they said they’d help me this time. i wonder what shape my room will be in when i get home to it in a couple hours. a trashed bedroom museum that’s colder than siberia. lucas put my heater on!
stayed up pretty late and then i packed for the burbs and here i am now ready to go back again then off again to montreal for new years eve. one day i will look back at this life and be amazed by how much i did in a year. late january will be a year of me living in adventurehouse.
i am not looking forward to getting up off my ass to collect all my stuff and pack it up for the drive home but i have an afternoon late lunch bohemian date and then an f-ton of catching up to do.
I was going through my tickle trunk of rock memorabilia, when what do I find but you in one of my autograph books. It was at the Travis concert, sometime in 2000, during the dreary wait to get in. You stole Fran Healy’s cigarette butt and gave it to me, and I never forgot the gesture. That butt is encased in an M&M Minis tube within another tickle trunk.
Anyway, if your youth interests you, I’ve scanned the page for you. Sorry about the size, I haven’t been properly acquainted since I updated my OS.
Kind regards,
Lesia
Actually he gave me a cigarette (a silk cut) I smoked it and saved the butt for you. Awesome memory keepsake! Wow just opened the attachment! Holy crap what year was this? (i think i was in grade ten). CRINGE. this is a quote i stole from prozac nation, likely. i’ve met all of travis again since then and told them this story backstage. have photos too, in blog archives.
