the rest are here and i actually really like the song/video too.

went to strangelove for fritzhelder & the phanoms‘ lagerfeld lady video release party last nite with ainsley, first i will tief fil‘s pix and then i will make coffee and then i will go through my own pictures and somehow black out every stupid desperate thing that came out of my mouth last nite. this girl is charming you know that?

oh god get a load of my awkward arm what a wimp. that’s boytech voguing with us.

oh man sarah in the event that you actually look at this thing i am loads less lame for real but in my defense you initiated conversation with me first so there’s that.

look sass it’s your friend and after this was taken he fell backward into the red rope and tried to take us all with him. fun guy!

oh i’d just like to leave you with a nice song before i go for now.

hangovers, for one and all!

shut up i KNOW it’s rIesling not rEEsling i was trying to be funny, though, it’s one of those words i constantly say wrong, you know when you hear a word for the first time and someone says it wrong forever after that is how you say it? like how i say auntie’s and auntie’s thanks to samir fudging it up once. anties and AUnties, i at least pronounce each auntie’s differently.

EDIT: omfg it IS rEEsling. guh! see!? can never get it right!

breakfast beer.

i got up early and thought it was going to be all over but i powered through and successfully got my shit together. shit as in whiskey and coffee.

then a million fried eggs.

dave just informed me he somehow lost a pound this weekend. i no longer feel bad for him.

then i put on some real clothes.

to get your own onesie outfit what looks like you dumped in your pants, visit SNUGASABUG. they have so many different prints to choose from and ones with trap doors too, and matching pet collars and other retarded things.

sniff. how do you multiply a thousand sighs by a million? i feel so fat, i gained three pounds and i don’t want to talk about it! maybe it was the fifty meals and snacks and pop you think? we were constantly eating. ok whatever here we go, these are more people-oriented shots this time cos it was cold and we were too busy playing games and drinking AND EATING to bother looking at leaves. it was supposed to rain the entire weekend and it mostly did though we were granted some dry parts throughout, again not that it mattered cos i barely went outside. ON WITH IT! oh here‘s the set, so far, installments people, installments.

mini stop for booze and snacks and oh look a supermarket bratz doll rip-off, how nice. we saw some desperate to be hipster kids milling about this community center, burn. one was dressed like ducky, complete with leopard print tie over t-shirt and kooky hat, he eyed us like crazy. aw.

who did we bring with us this time?

brosz7kowski! the stress was just melting off his shoulders standing on the dock. i have a suspicion the beer helped a little bit too.

hai thare oh hai thare.

dave was quite the foodie host this weekend oh man my scale thanks you pal.

he slaved all nite on these puff pastries. what a dick.

LOTR monopoly what a treat. a nice verbally abusive and psychotically, competitive treat.

i find if i hold my face just so and snap it from this angle i can look like my 22 year old former skinny younger self.

the sun came out for magic hour.

playing asshole.

oh look there’s one now. ps. that hat i bought from le chateau 2 winters ago i spied it at h&m last week, great.

the asshole wears a stupid hat.

i don’t need to be an asshole to wear this hat.

i have discovered land.

so there’s more to life than being really really really extremely ridiculously good looking? and what is that?

new asshole head gear.

jambi the genie!

Meka Leka Hi Meka Hiney Ho!

raymi diet no-no: hanging with stoners.

i taught dave how to season the steaks and to dress the asparagus. don’t forget dave!

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm oh god.

evil delicious supermarket garlic bread. they really do get it right.

it only dawned on me that i would be stuck with three fancy camera geeks once we got there, guess how fun sitting in on those conversations is?

this fun.

my favourite lure of the deck.

dave brought out the fancy wine glasses circa 1980 then we all put on some shoulder pads, teased our hair and bedazzled our names onto t-shirts.

asshole.

total asshole.

dave how much for this stupid cup?

double asshole with cheese oh fuck i JUST remembered we had wendy’s on our way up FUCK.

ok round two comin’ soon.

aw dave is so bummed he took the day off work to reminisce over all my jokes.

so this awesome chick emailed me a few weeks ago about adult footed pj’s cos i seem mental enough to want some, obviously i accepted, and they just arrived!

hahaha, steph has a christmas fetish.

sass got adult small, i got medium, height guys height. i bet i could deal with a small. oh well. fil’s XL is HUGE.

they even do matching collars for your pets.

he’s bunching all the material in the back.

last minute desperation halloween costume?

family portrait to come, obviously.

stay tuuuuuned!

ok i’m not 100% decided on gwen, the style of wig i bought is similar to her wind it up gucci style look, her at her most crazy i think. bonus, i have a slutty nun costume to complete the ensemble. though there are many options of outfit to choose from really. my other blond haired idea is debbie harry, probably the outfit from the rapture video (short shorts, black tube top, pumps) or white dress (and then everyone will say hey it’s marilyn monroe all nite long wicked). i also considered shera until i googled it and found nothing but shitty dumpy homemade costumes, pass. if you have any other blond hair people i can emulate let me know. ooh maybe i can get a red bathing suit and do baywatch? too cold? fuck i’d have to get a brazillian for that.

to help decide on how to cast your ballot, here’s some debbie vs. gwen photos to aid you.

i could cut the bangs to be precisely blunt.

if i go as blondie i can have messier hair but i’ll have to get the makeup dead right. you can’t tell from this still but she’s wearing short shorts, watch the video.

i have a shit ton of sunglasses to choose from.

interesting, maybe i could two-tone the hair using my own? no too complicated.

i have a military type jacket i’m skinny enough to button up by now, with patches.

darker eyebrows than hair, i have those.

go all out crazy nun gwen?

cool outfit, excuse to get gold lam-ay pants from AA that i would never ever wear again ever.

whomever i end up going as i am not looking forward to wearing heels.

classic dress i have no chance in hell of ever finding.

k not really but that’s where we went wednesday nite to meet our good friend will and brought along skidfanie.

i made one babysitter hair quip, it gained some momentum and resulted in several hair styles over the course of dinner. but really, when you know you’re going out and your friend is going to take a shit ton of photos of you why do our hairs decide to go slack and frazzly?

champangover was the theme of yesterday. do i spell it champagngover? no too many g’s, this is how tough my life is people.

HAHA. growing out bangs is akin to wearing painful shoes, the awkward can be seen all over the face. it’s like having C game for a month.

we were foxley virgins, though will had been taken there the nite previous and liked it. sheena you are gettin’ steamed right now i know it.

a closer look.

lamb something dumplings.

v rare lamb. the entire menu at foxley is a bit insane.

crispy jalapeno shrimps, the favourite.

frogs legs, three of them, from a special radioactive frog. i had pointed out the cornish hen on the menu, will was like bah not into gamey things, then the waitress described the taste of frog as being gamey. hahaha.

frogs have bones, so weird.

just like chicken, yes, shitty shitty chicken.

finally we get our table, what’s with the goldie hawn pose?

for leslie‘s extensive fan porn collection.

guys we drank champagne on wednesday don’t forget! decided to just get the bottle.

another fave, short ribs.

spicy green curry mussels (duh) great sauce, the mussels were a bit meh. i tugged one out that was just way too slimy.

quail, what cheney shot his bro in the face hunting for. nice and smokey, albeit gamey. game gamey gamey game too much of that word in this post.

the salad beneath it is delicious. fil hates cilantro though.

steamed bass, will said it was better the first time he tried it. i liked it just fine.

foxley doesn’t take reservations so it’s quite a scene to watch tons of people show up to be disappointed. one cute older couple we were really hoping would score a table, they went to the bar, then our buddy jeff shows up and says he is meeting his parents for dinner, they were that older couple, and they got a table. triumphant!

the view from will’s condo is magnificent to say the least. you can see buffalo across the water. i couldn’t get one non-blurry picture, when my camera comes into contact with red lighting (thanks foxley’s bar) it is fucked for the rest of the nite. or maybe i’ve just dropped it too many times.

will is a super talented composer.

sweet relief he finally gets his paintings, he also lives in bev hills so we haven’t seen him in ten months that’s why they’ve been on our walls all this time. everyone calls him 90210 in his toronto digs. steph and i bemoaned having the alphabet for a zip/postal code.