Had a magnificent blast yesterday. Trade show addict now. Here’s a few teasers just cos I dig yas. I have a writing deadline to get writ so come back later (or keep refreshing all day why not haha) for more TSS&TS coverage. If you missed it this year, I hope not. It was wild, lots of stimulation abound, perfect for a girl-bro like me. I made a lot of new friends, lots of friendly people and no bar either, not necessary.
We obvi had crazy times with you too!
The pics are so awesome! -my current profile pic MAY possibly be your pic of the moment, stef and I have been all of your wesbite this morning-basically being so unproductive laying here in our onesies. You are hilarious woman! keep the pics coming, do you have facebook?!
Good luck on your article laday!
hugs and kissezzzzz
My onesie best friends keep trying to lure me away to cozy town noooo yes noo yes. No yes no. okay back to work.
Like my new Polar Piece? Course ya do. They were selling like hot cakes. Hot cakes I tell you. Mmm. Hot cakes. Kay bye thank you very much! ME MONDAY LETS DO IT.
Read about old Hollywood yesterday and I guess it made an impression. Had to rearrange this hairnet for sleeping because it wasn’t working anyway this is obvs my late night self-photog moment in time after the bar with the girls. I used to take photos of my face way more, then I got old. Sometimes I don’t look too bad. Love yourself, go on.
And just some other randoms. Lots of material to share just have to wait a leeetle beet longer before I can.
More contest winners. I have ONE MORE PAIR of tickets that just opened up. Tweet something at me for ‘em @raymitheminx #TorontoSkiShow make it good! I’ll be judging and jibbing away closing out the show. Stoked. Other jock sayings. Lol. Peace. <3
More scraps from the pieces of the times of my life. It’s the one year anniversary of this made with love bracelet. My how time flies. Breadcrumb.
Like a good little wiener I matched my jacket to my boarding pass wallet. Can’t wait to bust this coat out some more this winter/hate winter, so not looking forward to shivering. I am a sun baby, and, a baby.
The first call for tights was panic. I can never gauge whether there is a readily-available wearable hole-lessable pair. But there was, thank you whomever got me these. I have lots of tights fairies out there. My burlesque tickle trunk collection is a blur, a stocked “I own this?” blur. These are frenchspensive I presume and if they ever get a hole in them I am going to be quite upset.
I can’t have my falsey hair in all the time because it’s clip-in so only for special occasion event/engagements. Like Sunday at The Toronto Ski Show. If you’d like to see an Academy Award performance of Raymi the Ski Bunny I suggest you tag along there. I’ll be judging the Jib Jam competition for the three-thousandth time reminder. I will be judging based on best smile, LOL and most fluorescent pieces of flare.
More of these idiots. This is the one who cut my hands most of all while bathing her. They had poop-arse, a handful of them. So cute and lethal.
Listen up! Continue playing and having fun kittens. Good work. Full marks. Bet you didn’t see that coming.
The one with the eyes is the best. Always scared looking. I don’t think they ever close. It’s more socialized-seeming now, less face like that. Hard to tell it apart from the others wow I need a life.
Do you see how many there are here, one is totally camouflaged backwards into the eyes-one.
Okay we get it bye.
And then I was vamping in the Salvador Darling bathroom.
And then I got my best friend a diamond chunk of glass from the ground in Parkdale she felt like the bellest belle of P-Dizzle until we chucked it back on the ground because ew gross.
Cray Tray and Craymi. LOL. There are no variations on our two stupid names that won’t make me laugh my balls off right now, plus, the memory of this entire evening just came floooooding back. You guys are in for a treat. Anyway we got ready, or I did and pre-gamed. For the record she said this outfit was ok, okay?
I fell off my chair here. Well, slipped off. It was very graceful and delicate, slow-motion and my heels played a role. We all laughed at me I didn’t care. Hot mess. It was funny like no one was surprised.
This is their new fav place. Our pizza was comped. Either huge gaff or intentional.
Right after I fell. I just, disappeared. I was like a potato bug with my black pumps in the air and mc hammer benetton pants, it was a very slippy outfit I’ll have you know and I was on a bender you see. High chair and a high bar where the dimensions are all wrong and the wind velocity of the room as it were.
We’ve also got Daniel of @evolvesnowcamps on deck lending a snow campy vibe for us beginners and likewise the Girls of Summer ski-bootin’ around the Exhibition. I can’t wait. I will be judging the Jib Jam competition on Sunday. I like power, we all know this.
So far I’ve given away 5 pairs of tickets to the following keeners because their zest for winter sport is well-deserved. I have a few pairs left, hint hint, you know what to do. #TorontoSkiShow is the event hashtag, use it well and often, stalk to us there! Stalk to me at the event and see what silly outfit I am wearing. I will have to do some serious glamping homework.
Happy Birthday Papa! You’re a stylish pleasant man I love you. See you at T-Giving dinner tonight :).
So french and groovy widow’s peak. Good hair jeans.
Oh hi mom.
Tracey the Minx will be on the TSS&TS scene too with Lois. Fun times.
That is my uncle. Skiing at night in jeans. I remember every winter he’d do this a lot and take whoever with him, whoever was game at midnight or 2 in the morning. #FamilyRules.
Mom I want to come next time.
What is that an In Living Colour hat? I can tell it’s just reflected weirdly from the flash.
Okay peace. Congratulations.
@misscmissc its my 2nd year learning to snowboard, I need lady gear, not my boyfriends! show me how to be a hill bunny xo #TorontoSkiShow
Congratulations winners! Email me for ticket collection info and ps. The RBC race will be hindering/re-routing traffic during the show down around the CNE/Ex grounds so be prepared for that and react/drive/run/walk accordingly. Here is what it looked like last year. Pumped.
My friend BechNEAT and I went to the first annual Toronto Oktoberfest the other night, and it was good. Even though she made us take the streetcar there. So we equipped thyselves accordingly.
I derno what the classier part of the night was, drinking in a gutter (alright, libville curb stop) or wearing a halloween costumed-dirndl over my jeans. We are putting that in the “not giving a f–” category.
They wanted me in the costume competition but we bailed before then. Raymi waits for no one, nothing. Knew I wouldn’t win anyway plus too shy.
I’ll wait for that though.
We got free beer upon entrance. Raymbecca is allergic to wheat. There were zero gluten-free beers on offer. I was like, I bet Tyskie was about to throw a gluten free keg in the truck and then the last minute they were like are you crazy don’t bother.
An older version of Raymbecca hung out with us for a bit, they liked my headwreath and were like TAKE YOUR JACKET OFF like approving fun older moms with jackets around their waist. I like to be on the edge of a party staring in to the abyss of it, drinking a beer, making zero eye-contact with anyone and saying an invisibility spell, dressed as look-at-me as possible. It was a great people-watching scene. People watching on beer watching people drink beer. I promoted this event so, why not?
The banners are a nice touch. I love medieval ribbons and all that garbage. How many people asked us if we were going to Kitchener for this LOL. No, the TORONTO Oktoberfest do you have a listening problem?
Yeah, I dig the fairy culture big time one doesn’t need to hard-press for that info. I was like this is the last time I am wearing this thing ever, I am so retiring it. One of the sleeves is getting manky. Maybe it lends a charm/qual?
There were some Beauty & The Beast-Belle lookin’ girls up in the joint, I love Disney, secret-obsessively. This was the sheet-show we took over to The Drake to take in some tunes down in the whatever they call the main room of the Drake, not the stairs and not the below-below. People in the know know what I am talking about right now but let me know when you want me to stop speaking industry at any time. I might start doing stand-up again.
Back to Raymality now.
More like Pee-Wee Hermanvision. I found this to be profound.
Potato us. I liked them. Edge of a party peeps.
I interrupted their meal for photos. They were the wood chopper dancer guys. You know the one’s Chevy Chase gets in a lederhosen battle with in Euro Vacay aka I was starstruck?
No it’s not the actual bros but may as well be when you’re gettin’ tanked at Oktoberfest. Give’r Lebowskis. Lots of Germans in the joint. It was a trip. See why I kept my pants on? Ps. why is it so funny to watch men dance? Lol.
I accumulate webcam photos from day’s gone by. I constantly document, accumulate. Then forget about it.
But now I will share all that crap.
Lip piercing hole pretty evident there.
I guess this was a skeletor day, probably the reasoning behind these shots and, also I did not want to show my face.
Over-exposed feeling blogger who blogged herself in to a bloghole. And there, I just found the title for this post.
Ps listen to this song while you read/experience the rest of this.
Been listening to a lot of this lately. He seems to write about shit I am feeling at present. Similar to. Parallels.
I can tell time by the nail polish I am wearing.
And the thing I do, to feel better. Blog. I daren’t do. Can’t.
I was teeth-whitening so that’s why my face looks like this. Black Panther salute, I don’t have an explanation for that. Excraptly.
Scene change. I am listening to this song now watching leaves whirl by in fast motion and a polish woman looking at a cell phone, starring in my megalomania real life beauty scene.
This Christina as a blob thing is quite inspiring. I love her. I wanted to hate her but she just won’t go away and I think we are all exhausted by life right now to just give in. And how can’t you exactly? She is a breathtaking inspiration, the eye candy for this video her curves and eating cereal, hair, makeup, colours so en pointe and imaginative albeit cotton candy dumbed down mainstream with a little bit of “done before”, fine, I accept. When the pop-teen queens take one last swing at bat I dig that. And selfishly-speaking, I picture myself shmammered dancing my head off as a bar star in a shithole to this and everybody wins. #popcultureforever and while I’m at it, the Bieber puke footage? That we get to see stuff like that is how you know life rules.
Alright Erma, chill, we get it k.
Then we started getting ready for Nuit Blanche more like Nuit BLANKED oh snap. I feel like everyone floated like a kitten through that shit. Big-ups Scotiabank (I’m a long time custy!) next year give us more? Your event has usurped itself for a drunken mardi gras of 905-ers. Bech and I spent four seconds in it, meeting the girls at Bellwoods. 3 hot lesbro friends of Shannon’s, I scanned the park and spied a rave with Usher-green fluorescent LED strobe lights, felt way too Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky for my vibe at the time so we walked our bikes through the throngs of drunks. I wore my art pants. The Lesbros went their way, Shannon, me and Bechs ducked in to the safety of Brass Vixens for some private-revelry and a couple hours later the scene on the streets of Queen were legit-cray. Wow. PS. Scotiabank thanks for exploiting me in the FB sponsored ad I never agreed to, cool thanks? Everyone wants to buy my Benetton jacket now so they will be stoked about that. Influencing at work mes amis.
It was a cold/mild evening. I wore the thermal pants beneath my black milk klimt pants.
Anyway that’s what’s up. Gotta do some worky things, triceps, a run, only cos it’s so damn nice out. You will regret passing this day up outdoors. I already do. More later as uje. Going to Oktoberfest tonight with Bech.
