Uh why am I blogging this when it’s the very source of my stresspression right now? I have an exact replica installation up in the tickle trunk. Organizing costumes post-show is a bring down. Where is blog slave?
But still, it is a chance to reminisce one more time paha I picture steph unpacking from a weekend camping trip which she always gets the post party emo from too (we are sappy sentimentalists) and unpacking dirty clothes and sleeping bags I don’t think she is as posi about it or gets to be.
You can see my bear costume. I love that thing. Can I wear it like a normal person like, as a hoodie? Then when everyone’s gunned flip the ears up and it’s ewok town.
Stella looks like a fawn. I want to get a new rug for winter. Maybe teacher’s bday gift will be an Ikea date. It’s way less selfish than it sounds, he really likes going and maybe the bonus will be that I actually pay for something? Yeah, a candle. That I get to choose the colour of. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Actually I’ve given the guy two gifts already why am I getting so defensive help agh I dunno.
Uncle Tyler appeared and hung all night long. We successfully made “a happening” saw so many familiar faces I was dizzy. Here’s an email I received yesterday from Tera:
Hello Minx!
I have been reading your blog for about a year now and I absolutely adore your writing style. The photos are fun and definitely keep me entertained but your writing is inspiring and motivating.
I came to introduce myself to you at Bovine Sex Club on Sunday but I didn’t get the chance. I came with 7 Russian boys who were strung out from earlier in the weekend and who wanted to go to the strip club instead because there’s “more action” haha. We left after two acts (one from the redhead and your Gulag dance). I feel sorta weird knowing so much about you without ever acquainting myself to you so next time we’re in the same place please don’t be alarmed if I make a beeline for you with my arm outstretched.
Your summer of Raymi has been fascinating to follow along with. I feel like you have a list of the things that are the most difficult to do (perform in front of people, public speak, network with a ton of strangers) and you make a point to do them. Personally, it’s made me take notice and stop coddling myself like “Oh good job Tera you did the bare minimum today”. I’m going to start doing the things I’m most scared of from now on. I’m going to set my bar high and I’m not going to feel bad about it. It’s good to see that you don’t let other people try to make you feel ashamed or whatever about the things you achieve. I don’t even really think it’s their fault – it’s a result of feeling like shit due to their own inactivity and non-accomplishments – so they have to disparage you to make themselves believe they don’t want your success and happiness anyway. Honestly, it’s quite sad how many people go through life on auto-pilot and won’t even put in the effort to know and understand themselves. Well, I’m going to go weep for the human race now.
Please keep up the blogging!
Hopefully our next show (devil’s night) we’ll have a few more dancers to have non-stop smut for your ruskie boys. This was a really nice email to receive it makes the mania worth it haha and for sure fight the shy and say hi next time, I live for these dorky awkward moments and cherish each one. Thanks for bein’ a lil raymi. xo
Omg nice face. See how I spilled water on myself, straight off the bat too, a girl smushed into me. The Tornado Labyrinth cavernesque cyclone (redundant) of the Bovine makes personal space, not a thing. LOVE THAT!
This wasn’t a dance (but turned slightly into one) it was us hyping the crowd up for Jasmine, to Slow Ride. We culled from Dazed and Confused, I did a punch of push ups haHAha people were totally impressed by that. Like my palm tree? There’s a flamingo too. Allison texted said I AM FREAKING OUT I CAN’T DECORATE AND WATCH MY BAR. She got her ass handed to her by how slammed it was. Slam dunked more like!
Once I started I was like woah, I actually want to do these right now, how many more can I do then BAM BAM Paddy’s ass comes down on me then I kept doing them. I could hear people cheering over the tune.
That was the first burpee-ish thing I’ve done in wedges. A burpee is a stupid word for push ups from prone to standing, like you’d do in boot camp. See my hawaiian girl mobiles? Good placement Allison. I drew a hilariously crappy diagram of how I wanted the decorations designed. I hope you kept it. You try drawing a flamingo under duress. It looked like a coat hanger.
When I was running through Bellwoods last week blasting daft punk’s da funk I pictured us in day-glo string bikinis and eerie mardi gras masks, dancing in robotic formation. That was going to be an extra thing we did but I think we got the point across with the masks the once. That song begins all urban traffic noises, has a summer vibe and they’re french (daft punk are) and always obscure/hide their faces when being interviewed. I’ve been a fan for years. I rollerskated to this song in Quebec City at 14 in this amazing discotheque with enormous white speakers in the centre upon which the dj spun and rotated with strobe lights, that was an awesome and defining moment for me and as we’ve just had a vacation in Quebec City, I like to insert personal meaning into every thing that I do.
And I give you the amazing Brosz7kowski.
Drinking water. Responsible and professional dancer (for hire too, we do all kinds of gigs) RAYMI@RAYMITHEMINX.COM I plan to dance with this maid marion head wreathe, and my davy crocket hat, and maybe something sinister to the teddy bear’s picnic. I danced behind the bar in this. While not performing I came out in several costume changes and partied with everyone. Devil’s night is going to be OFF THE CHAIN.
SO many photogs!
The Green room. It got so filled we had our own security back there. What a lucky guy he was right? Perfect outfit Tyler!
And him too of course.
She’s such a cute girl.
Our combined tickle trunks are out of control now. Doesn’t take long.
Perfect headband.
I’ve always loved inserting crazy xmas light blur shots to my blog posts never imagined it would be one from a night of my own production and scandalousness.
Yes you’ve seen it, goes with le post. It reminds me to do sit ups and not jump out the window to the burger king drive thru.
This was the summer of bathing suits. In part I thank Tat for giving me grief over my one black ratty string bikini I rocked all of last summer, she was going to send me some suits from a client which ended up not happening but that doesn’t matter cos it inspired me to get ripped and to get new suits. How many do I have, 6?
click to spy. And there’s my toucan! AND PINEAPPLE!
We popped our own bottle of Brut.
The magnum I passed around I had to practise tilting it up, so heavy. Thanks Bob! (thank you gift for taking them to Beady Eye, how do you spell it?)
Air rade Freshman. Though, I’m a Senior. I guess this is an example of what we will be doing to you. Good for a Bachelor party no? Abusing the groom? No problemo.
This was the first and only mask I tried on at the party store there were so so many but I instantly knew this was the one because it was ugly and thus, easier to make beautiful. My cat mask from New Orleans is cute as hell, but not domineering enough.
BRB with more these are just randoms I uploaded cos everyone was showing up for the air show.
