turns out you need to stretch before you go full throttle. i cracked my knee pretty hard.
this is my favourite thing on the bowling roof of toys.
i want it.
these guys are wicked. who are they? anyone? delhi 2 dublin i knew they were familiar. they do some beasties robot poses near the end.
ripped these from keira’s post.
i am cherokee.
getting my bowling outfit together.
mutton chops? fil is v tired he finally hit the wall i hit the day before. he drove all the way out to abbotsford to chad kroeger’s compound to deliver a custom 20k gibson guitar that will be unveiled at the junos. dude’s like upper echelon hollywood rich the place was incredible, lets leave it at that.
bumped into an awesome street show on the way to bowling.
awesome kid talking mad shit about the french crabby owner man who laced the inner-roof with crazy toys and junk. got it on video.
anytime you need a picture ruined i’m your girl. hi rebecca!
a classy moment in time. plenty more to come.
fil won. he sucked terribly until i taught him how to aim. dick.
my signature move is to hook my right foot behind like on tv.
ciavarro and patz came out too, you’ll see their mugs in the next post.
last last nite.
ugh. i am SO happy i didn’t chow down on anything before bed. thank you fil for listening to me when i told you not to let me do that. oh yeah we stupidly ended the nite at this fake irish bar called ceili’s and it smelled putrid and sour, everyone said it was bleach (i don’t know what that smells like cos i am a hippie with flowers in my hair) but to me it was just stench so foul i only had a water then we packed’er in.
ga-blah. that’s the noise i make when i burp, it is a nice sound.
turns out the pool/tub across the way does not belong to our hotel. boo. ours is indoors and shittier. oh well, gonna hit it today anyway.
this is the shirt steph wore for her kevin bacon footloose halloween costume. fits like a dream. i was able to rid this other sweatshirt i had that fit way too baggy on me.
having fun much?
when fil is stressed out or i say something that annoys him he puts his hand on his face like that then i know to shut it for a minute. but sometimes i don’t.
don’t look in there if you are on your menses you will kill yourself.
brad will be here around 8 or so and he gets the bed cos he’s been traveling cross the nayshe on the gibson bus. we’ll be taking the pull-out.
my garbage. i had to buy more shampoos and conditioners, mini bottles. i wanted ONE little bar of soap cos we forgot ours and the hotel stuff is too slick. vancouver water is harder than toronto’s i feel like i’m not getting clean, nothing’s absorbing. fight me on this all you want fil said so the end stamped it.
fil’s organized life. ernie and bert much?
ready to hit the streets.
not with these cats though they have a special delivery to make.
no matter my babysitter just arrived. she just got the same boots as me too, diff shade though. phewf.
we’re walkin’ right and i’m like so what should i take a picture of it all kinda looks the same every corner so i closed my eyes and blasted off some shots.
finally something happens. good one mitzie.
feelin’ a little douchey whatever it’s yaletown, that’s like the law right?
this place did elizabeth’s wedding bouqet.
cute.
then i read some books with russell crowe (gladiator/colosseum joke whtvs)
ok keira will be here soon (she blogged some of the shitty goodness of last nite) we’re gonna hit the pool at some point and the hot tub then elizabeth will show too, we have to stuff some gift bags for the gibson party, actually excited for that activity i like putting together pretty things. i want some good sushi, no more shitty bar food i don’t want to be a bloaty blimp for the rest of this trip.
oh and the booze here is not cheap no wonder y’all smoke weed. when fil finds out how much a small bottle of reisling plus mickey of vodka was he is going to have an aneurysm.
aw thanks for blowing my ego vancouverista <3
just illin’
yes guy. i am not a good scene when it comes to air play. i require many a chill tablet and drink. wait, don’t i always? nevermore, no customs to worry about so i didn’t evacuate my bowels. good.
pinker in real life, i found it on some cutesy valentine’s day gift for yer girl site, sorry can’t remember i’ll try and figure it out when i get home.
err maybe it’s time to change my wallpaper. (i did)
no way rip-off dicklickers.
bummin’, time for solitaire and deleting scandalous photos from my documents while dude behind me has a perfectly nice view of it all.
went to grab some ‘zines and in the time that took fil had wolfed half of this club.
there’s our plane oh great it’s raining.
finally. relax the rye was fil’s, we had two rounds and some oprah.
stayin’ on top of things.
guy beside fil, super stoic, so much so thought he was a marshal. fil says they don’t exist in canada. whatever, stoic dudes whom pysche you into thinking they do, EXIST!
guys behind me blabbed their fuckin’ heads off. v annoying.
fabulously flattering lighting.
oh and here we are and look it’s keira and amy down for tyin’ one on.
then we ate pie and played scrabble and charades. i won over amy when i made her laugh choke on her beer once keira was talking about her friend who just graduated from high school and i said YOU’RE FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE IN HIGH SCHOOL? she was about to say the exact same thing. then we realized a good buzz was on the horizon.
wolfed these down too and took turns gawping at the hot tub sausagefest party and got busted for it numerous times.
sass‘ home away from home.
goon operator.
we went to doolin’s and it was um, loud. don’t suburban kids have their own scene to hold court back in the um, suburbs? (don’t get me started on the downstairs area) we inhaled these in a matter of minutes.
shit photo, coulda done with more sour cream.
stay classy, nelson cafe.
starting to feel the j-lag.
more our speed. an artist was removing her work when we came in, been there honey.
kinda in a vortex here.
SURE lets get 1lb wings and a pint for ten bucks, smart idea! i mean we only just ate 3 minutes ago.
wayne meet garth. garth, wayne.
keira does a good drunk.
wait wait i want to be slutty in this one too.
and now i am just being romantic, no fuckin’ b-deal.
thunder stolen again.
oh fuck. i’m fasting the rest of this trip that’s IT.
i think the only thing to have made last nite’s sophistication meter explode off the charts would’ve been to end the evening at the penthouse. oh yeah on our way back to our hotel i saw the hottest prostitute ever and these guys rounded the corner for her. score! in toronto our street walkers aren’t so clean. not that i am an expert on the matter. another toronto/vancouver difference is the forwardedness of your drunk dudes, in toronto if you interact/make eye-contact it is just, it just doesn’t happen. whereas here you guys just won’t shut the fuck up, and you’re really grabby too. way ballsy.
i got the jamaican jerk, pretty much immediately regretted it. drank not even 1/4 of my kokanee, ate like three wings. keira couldn’t deal either.
fil was like it’s too early but mom said no time for bed. so he got a tequila for one. aw.
me right now, why do hotel/vacations give me dreadlocks?
Hey there Raymi,
So this past summer I was in Peru, doing some sightseeing, minding my own business, when a sign caught my attention. It said “Nuna Raymi” which I think is a name… (don’t know what nuna translates to in English, but think it’s just a name. Anyway, seeing as I’m a fan of your blogggg I thought you’d get a kick out of this. Anyway, this picture was taken in the town of Cusco, which is in the middle of the Andes, and near Machu Picchu. I love how it says that Nuna Raymi is a restaurant, but is a store which sells art in the end.
Hope you enjoy, and congrats on the somewhat distant engagment,
D
one more cute email for the road
I <3 You Dear Raymi, You are amazing. I am in law school, and you keep me very amused when I should be paying attention to some boring lecture. I <3 your blog, please keep it up. Thank you, Lia
early bday gift swoonsies.
i found this online around valentine’s day, can’t remember where, but i sent the link to fil and said you should get me this, then forgot about it. note to self – send fil links more often.
my blood pressure results, killin’ time waiting for fil, just got off the phone with him so maybe my reading could have been better heh.
pretty normal. when my doctor tells me my blood pressure results it’s like, why is this no less confusing than the dewy decimal system can’t you just pick a number and like say that number is 300 then i’d know i should lay off the chili dogs. who invented this something over something shit? end seinfeld rant.
same print on both sides. this thing is gonna be so dirty when i’m through with it (though it has a coat of waterproof something on it so maybe we’re good).
teabaggin’ RIpieces dooney’s, you sucked. ahha the self-important poet/writers have a website too (google it i’m not supplying them traffic from here f no).
what a stupid fucking baby right, ugh. hat and hoods just do not work.
sorry dreamy much?
sorry crabby much? kidding, i was not crabby at this point in time but i was slightly annoyed by the door that would.not.fucking.shut. we are bringing a chisel the next time we go to the victory.
the guilty party.
i lost myself in this charming stained glass. yes you can punch me if i ever say that out loud around you.
but i really did!
a present, from steph‘s give-aways.
oh look they work!
fantastic! i told this story about a guy who bought a rubbermaid garbage bin from the hardware store i worked at and before he left he stepped on the thing that pops the lid open (peddle?) chucked in a crumpled up piece of paper and exclaimed IT WORKS! i laughed my head off but no one else did. i think i laughed about it for the rest of my shift even and co-workers are like what is WRONG with you? um, everything?
sharpie when you need someone to take that cardi off your hands you know who to call.
filmir.
hi.
fil!
it was cold sitting by the door that wouldn’t close.
filmir.
sigh my nails no longer look like this as i ripped most of them out yesterday due to stress-related incidents, ie. life.
samir’s flick.
you guys know this show right?
i dunno why but i always expect these to be taken down when we visit, i’m the securest person ever.
on to destination deux.
evidently this was rather interesting at the time.
ghost shack.
baby strikes back.
ahh reposado is a nice place when it’s near-empty. this band was playing la vie en rose on cello, base drum and whatever jazz instruments are. they also did a good radiohead tune, off amnesiac i believe.
i realised i rarely take the stupid self photo picture these days, it’s officially over i think. except for moments like these?
dig the embellishments. samir and sharpie both carried home those weird tequila bottles the last time they were here and woke up the next day all wtf? they were like yes we will turn these into lamps. i support this endeavor.
nice.
also nice.
oh man that in-house onion dip blows my head off. we had to ask for more.
they make the chips too, that’s what i was told over the summer. who knows.
ok bye bye time to pack, steph is on the way over to say bye, i have a ton of stress/menses zits, i look like swamp-thing and i am sitting in rags cos i don’t want to spoil all my clean clothes for packing. keep dropping your toronto blog urls in the comments section of the post below there’s no urgency for this thing.
