it’s like living with a ligre.

here’s some NOLA pics leslie took already.

sigh.

new orleans-bound tomorrow kids.

crystal rolls lunch special.

if offered jasmine tea, say no, it’s not free, or even very good.

209 CAD for 200 USD.

birthday spoilings.

i’ll blow this guy when i get back.

lunch special includes soup, salad, spring roll and rice (no rice if your dish consists of noodles and what-not) this is a pumpkin soup with a huge hint of coconut, v. good.

some mango slivers in there, quite interesting and light, i’d like to parody something like it one day for snacks.

the never-ending cardigan wearing cardigan.

luckily they totally ignore you at crystal rolls, or pretend to, when you’re taking oliver twist eating gruel imitation shots of yourself in the empty restaurant. the lunch special is served ’til 4.30pm

treated myself to some carbs i figure i’m pre-menses and need the boost and i’m about to embark on an eating tour of the french quarter so may as well bone up the palette some.

barely ate half, got the rest to go including spring roll for fil.

it’s time for a stand-up tan!

feelin’ a bit barfy, i really have to stop dining on asian cuisine and tanning less than 3 minutes afterward, i really thought i would spew or crap the booth.

it’s the super stand-up, i do 8 minutes, which equals roughly 14 minutes regular bed.

sir mix a lot was on the radio during my go at’er then some cheesy r’n b garbage.

what? sure! where!?

next felt dude is sure gonna be flamboyant.

matchingish hippie’d out bracelets for monstergirl and i, she gets to decide which one is less gay for her.

haha look at cid the acorn on steroids.

rilah‘s gift.

o’kai laundry goes in the dryer now bye!

oh kirsty‘s present came!

summore art currently at lonsdale gallery

then off to yorkdale mall (that place is way craze on a saturday, don’t go if you can avoid it) to get a birthday suit.

STOP eating these things!

leafs fans are a bunch of hosers eh carol?

this guy was totally fighting with his wife.

apocalyptic apartment building.

bye!

at bar mercurio

our waitress was a bit of a dingbat last nite, oh well.

when picking up fil’s calamari the tentacles fell to the floor, we are starving and saw it happen, she comes over and says ok i owe you an after dinner drink cos i dropped part of this but it was the icky part anyway. to which i say um, that’s his favourite part! you don’t tell the customer that part of their food is icky! idiot.

still the best carpaccio i have ever had, last nite it was extra amazing.

my boston salad, the waitress took my menu away before i could take a picture of it listed on the menu (another smooth move) basically it has red peppers, bacon, bocconcini and this crazy creamy smoky chipotle-style dressing (a bit over dressed though cos it’s so rich).

the bacon was insane.

fil’s too-vinegary pear mushroom and other stuff salad.

the free drink fil let me have (told her it was my birthday) you could tell she regretted offering a free drink and was miffed we weren’t ordering dessert or coffee and then walked around ignoring us for the rest of the nite, we had to get another server to take fil’s card. she also convinced me to get the chianti instead of the house red i wanted (cheap, i like cheap) and cos i was put on the spot i felt like a pauper so i went with her stupid suggestion, and was unpleasantly surprised when the bill came 12.25! for a glass of red wine that wasn’t even very good! stick to your guns people, if you want the house, tell the server to shut up and get you it.

that martini was way too dirty.

then we walked to queen video and rented margot at the wedding (loved it!) and i am legend (meh) and got a bottle of wine from the wine store at honest ed’s (ever been there, notice how the employees are way chipper like, free wine samples all day long or just cuckoo bananas?) and also bought a salad spinner at honest ed’s (finally!) and some sequins and hair elastics.

then i gave fil a thigh calf massage during i am legend using the stuff henna gave me, it is incredible, the body polish. i also did the hair treatment yesterday and it worked, new addiction.

ok back to margot at the wedding, if you know anything about me then you know i have a total thing for any piece of work having anything to do with crazy eccentric ladies in whimsical clothing, oh swoon.

people who talk shit about nicole kidman’s waify ghostlike look are so pathetic, this is what perfection looks like, and you will never have it, so shut up. who cares if she’s had work done, wouldn’t you if you had the money and were in the industry where you make money off your appearance? is she supposed to throw in the towel and look like methface fergie?

it’s not her fault that you’ll never look 1/4 this good.

her character gets to a point where she’s too crazy though, i much prefer borderline looney tunes, ah well. still good.

he’s better than pitt

watching this makes me feel very humbled, and happy, and, i can’t pinpoint the exact feeling, really. twilight zoney i guess. what’s next, hamburgers eating people? i would have liked to see a pan of the entire elephant (doing the) painting though.

i thought it was important to capture this last moment of being 24, well, my hungover still/pre-menstrual/drunk/vodka thought so at least.

you’re gettin’ old when someone gives you a self-help book.

fil said i wasn’t allowed to put these up.

watch me.

from britt.

i was planning to just sleep all day to “stick it” to anyone who didn’t care, it’s dreary out, i feel like a cow, an old birthday cow. thanks for the wishes everyone!

maybe i shouldn’t have made more chicken meatballs jerk sauce and sour cream wow. i painted my left hand’s fingernails fluorescent yellow (celtic sun), henna gave me a bag full of beauty products wicked score. i plan to take pictures of all my presents don’t worry, once i’m able to bend over without pitching my face to the ground, and also once the desire to barf dissipates, hopefully. fuck thanks for the shots everyone but never again. that prairie fire was an interesting way to start the evening, and then as i was introducing henna as hanna no hEN-naaaaaaaaah i knew it was downhill from there. and then i tried to catch sour watermelon candies in my mouth and failed every time, plonking myself in the eye instead, in front of everyone, it fuckin’ hurt. i also screamed out to jen JEN’S A SLUT as she was on stage just before singing, another shining moment by yours truly, then took it back by saying I WAS KIDDING or IT’S A JOKE. she did proud marry and even wore a chic tina turner style outfit, i accused her of planning that moment.

oh god then there was the lady with the sunglasses for bangs and sideshow bob hair who performed her original song and dance number and then tried to sell everyone her CDs jesus lady fuck off! oh yeah i also pointed at jen and screamed SHE WANTS ONE hahah oh jen after all these years yer still putting up with my shit, bless you. melodie sang, pitt sang, liam sang, henna sang, anita left just before her name was called. there was a cougar divorce party on the scene, v. nice. sharpie and samir came out, the confessions of a porn addict party was also at the gladstone in the back (which we (me/fil) were also supposed to attend) so easy for them to go back and forth party. brad britt nick tiff mike paul jeff gill olga matt courtney am i missing anyone? thanks guys! the karaoke host is still a hog who tries to duet with you or sing over you and does not hold back on facial expressions if he does not dig your steez, and usually this is when dudes are trying to be arty or interpretive or funny, he does not like being upstaged. also i noticed that all the songs i used to do and get standing O’s for are conveniently not listed in the song books anymore what the fuck. i asked him if there were other songs and he sternly told me no. i need my own karaoke bar who’s with me?

sharpie told me all nite long how skinny my thighs were, that was icing on the cake.

pitt was BLOWN AWAY by liam’s singing, he thought he was a ringer, i’m like pitt you gather that he is actually a musician you know and not some secret gem that came out of the shadows to sing for the first time in his life tonite? pitt did not compute. cougar divorce party were big fans of liam oh man.

matt just would not shut up about his socks and shoes fetish.

fil is actually laughing here this is not a pose and he did not know i was about to take a picture.

karaoke host was eyeballing liam something fierce too.

and this would be about the time when things continued moreso down the hill and i started crying ahahahahahahaha

i told him not to cos i thought it would sully my chances at singing another song (it didn’t thankfully) i had to hook him off, he went up w/o shoes on too he was going to fully commit. at first we were dueting but then i panicked thinking oh no i won’t be able to do one more song so i passed the mic up and then off comes pitt’s shirt.

DRUNKAOKE!

the camera turns off cos i see that the host wants pitt to be ejected and he’s just about to take his pants off, i smooth it over with the bouncer, after dragging pitt offstage and demanding he put his clothes and shoes back on.