What’s up wizards!
Friday started a little something like this.
WTF is this How I met your Mother?
I love drag shows. I am jealous of them because if a real woman got up and impromptively lip-sank to a tune NO ONE would watch, everyone would think she’s insane and the women would crumple in to a humongous pile of self consciousness midway-through. AWWWKWARD.
Ha.
It was one of those surprise party nights. They have a raffle and someone randomly wins a huge birthday party prize pack (decorations, cake, like instantly that night it becomes YOUR birthday party!!) and one time Bech won. We didn’t win this night but it was exciting waiting for the raffle. What? It was! Shut up.
Speaking of awkward? Hotkward.
I look like doctor doo-little with that teeny pink doctor purse. Statement purse.
Local neighbourhood action watch. Watch us not give-a!
Baby crib. Nuit night? Can’t tell it was a very relaxing and partytastical weekend and both days kind of bleed in to one another also our repeat outfits. Lots of waffling, waffle pants, shirt. We did not make or eat any waffles I regret to inform you. Ate everything else though.
We have a theme-song to The Raymbecca Show BTW. The beginning of the jingle hits when we are on our bikes NON-SEX-UAL LEZ-BIAN LIFE PARTNERS IN CRIME deedly dee. Hahhaa. I am cross-eyed here as a bonus.
We biked to brassvixens through all the drunk nuit blanche stuff. We gave’r on Friday like all hustlas do so it was a Christmas beeracle we made it out at all Saturday. Drunk Zombies everywhere. Every city person I know or blog I read was all kinda over it but I loved it. I planned to storm Nuit like a Raymicane but it just didn’t happen so we shared a lovely time with Shannon instead, who hadn’t gone out for 2 days herself so she was up to get (moderately) down.
Wore my klimt pants regardless in case some Warhol scene was going to happen to me. BE PREPARED RAYMSCOUTS!
I’m going to start working on my routine for poletergeist soon. It’s going to be fun.
Going to be an awesome Halloween party! Come on out.
I don’t think I will be able to do the climbing upside down gyrating move by then (1:06) but it’s cool that someone told me on twitter that all strippers use the weekend songs for their sets now that I am in to the weekend bahah. I am so into the weekend right meow. Anyway I am going to do an homage to Today’s Special in my performance I SAY NO MORE. It’s going to be radular so that’s one Halloweenis party you must attend at some point.
You like 2 Broke girls? I got yer two broke girls right here. Ha. It was slapstick comedy intensity all W/E long.
Nuit Blanche or garage sale?
I asked that aloud to Raymbecca because obviously the merchant running this gypsy sale was full-Parkdale. Rebecca LAUGHED SO HARD.
And then the is it a Yellow Santa or a Wizard? game began. Yellow Santas cannot resist sitting right beside Rebecca on the streetcar.
Second brunch at The Lakeview. I drank mine. Pics of first brunch when I get around to it. I got a free mimosa because bees were after me. I figured out the most novel food discount ever: get dive-bombed and attacked by bees. I am serious! And I didn’t even complain or ask for anything free, nada they just waved my mimosa. I had to run inside though because there was a hornet on me my food it was embarrassing because everyone at the Drake has to hipster-behave but I was like, excuse me there is a bee chasing me. The guys to my left finally helped with a rolled-up newspaper. The server was like, are you sure just one because there are lots of bees on the patio. I was like there’s MORE!!!?? And there were. Like three more. Stupid goes, did you shower?? YES! Fuck everyone! All I was wanted was brunch and it was turned in to a Martin Short sketch. I don’t know why I even bother getting surprised or frustrated by shit anymore, it is always raining down on me I should just surf. Cool what’s next life?
No, not that.
Ahh happy place :). We had a private Nuit Blanche. Like a boy’s club in a totally pink girly club exactly what the doctor ordered. Shannon we love you!
Trying to get her on the Gangnam bandwagon.
This got an immediate thumbs down. That means someone must REALLY LOVE US. It’s true. Hate is the new love. Nice try guy.
I love ginger. I love gingerale. I love it so much they should be paying me to drink it I have several real life accounts accrued thereof influencing severe gingerale dependency upon all those around me that I love. Canada Dry, Schweppes I got mad love for either so you lemme know when you’re ready to talk. Bech may or may not have consumed the majority of 4L of gingerale this weekend. We ate like every 30 minutes. How is this not a television show yet? Bahaha.
