Very nice shot. It’s like, fun and sadness at once.

Nice.

The party never dies there and you never have to grow up. Rest in Peace David Bowie!

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Someday I’ll be a writer again and finish all those stories I promised that’re in me.

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Here comes part two. Never ever do a part two if you can help it because you have no idea what is going on, where you left off, which picture you blogged. Social Media killed my blog.

Lets give it up together for sandal weather.

Work bestie said I looked like a super model here. She is prettier than me, so I will take that but inside my head I was like OH YEAH? Then stared at it infinity times more.

Fourth time in Louisiana, first time crawfish boil. Boil is the name of the stuff you season these guys with and it’s also what you do to them so not to be a copywriter or anything but wouldn’t that make it crawfish boil squared? I told my Dad how they pronounce Burgundy and Esplanade and said they will punch you in the nose if you correct them so deal. He laughed. We are correctors so it’s like a warning.

Had a mighty good time though, always do. I stayed a day longer and thus was able to do this and man, the weekend was big I am continually impressed with myself. Wow that’s awful show boaty for a Canadian! Don’t worry Ontario I was a great ambassador to yas.

Oh right, remember when I was writing like a novel in my last post. I’ll stop phoning this in.

Last day brunch pants. I did not at all stick out.

Hey mister! I like that pink thing sticking out of your window.

Heeeere we are now. This is the second bar that we caught up to. But three maybe four bars deep. No idea. A bunny on a push cart bike dickee dee type thing would take us on to the next one and the next one. So many great costumes, things, people, great time. They do it twice a year also so you are welcome. It’s called Bunnarchy.

Like I said, great people. I recognized her from the pictures of last year’s bunnarchy. I did not fangirl that much. I mean, I played it relatively cool.

But yeah definitely some parts of the night were insane for sure ahah.

Sad. Bunny lost its tail.

Look at sassy fur coat over there. She wins.

Damn. Supes cute.

We all have fur is the reason for this one and look at my Cory Kennedy pose pshh.

Remember I told you about Yuki!?! It was across the street from one of the bunnarchy stops so we hung out there instead. Fun times. Sigh.

Things are way more dramatic when you are a rabbit.

This picture is actually amazing, Jesus it is great. CHRIST don’t get me started. It’s the street right out front of Yuki.

Even NASA was there. Yes we landed on the moon.

Then it turned into Burning Man.

I likey. Leave to the professionals though.

Could not resist.

I am wearing my Aruba lifeguard shorts under this and I think we established I didn’t care a long time ago.

It was rabbit fur. I am a comedian don’t forget.

Now that is one epic hug.

Stamp it on errythang you know I love that shit.

They were out of corpse reviver. We made do.

Hi I miss you already. Send me some greased lightning please! I had greasy spoon when I got back and it was totally not the same. Everyone was like what did I eat while there. Um, breakfast. Twice. There was also lamb at the crawfish boil with salted lemons!!!!

This is where I stayed this time.

MJ was blasting on the speakers obviously. TFW stands for Toxic flood water and this is in the Music Village. Tour buses go through it often. I bet you guys didn’t know I knew things about stuff!

How early is too early? This.

Alright the next round is on me an then I will give New Orleans a rest for awhile.

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Hello y’all. Girl with crazy life with no life is writing to you on a Friday night. It’s boring and I like it! Oh and that pineapple was full of booze. Delicious. Not ours but I imbibed. If you bring a to-go pineapple, we can be friends.

We drove up and down looking for thai, which was closed.

She’s the Wizard of Emerald City. I could pull those boots off maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to her?

This pic is so Tim Burton.

I love this love love love it.

I ate this entire brie appetizer, not the chutney though. Hangover walk of fame meal and I actually lost weight this trip.

My birthday is soon. Usually around St. Pat’s I start to get all, ooh birthday ooh don’t care but kind of care. I think it’s mostly anticipation excitement cos normally nothing’s really going on.

Ireland Emerald city rules.

Pre-gamed here. After the night prior’s festivities it took a bit of gentle easing back into the saddle a bit, a lot of a bit. We hogged up the jukebox and I got to feel what a fresh stack of new American 1’s feel like before unsheathed. Like fake money out of Hollywood.

This became juice. Amazing.

Probably about the most painful place to be before catching a plane, but also awesome.

This is my new desktop bg.

Never a dull moment.

I am hella glad Leslie insisted I wear this dress because the singer of this band we saw was wearing a cute little green dress while they were performing at Chicki Wah Wah and I would have jumped out of a window of jealousy if I wasn’t in a dress. Moral of the story: always wear a dress.

This pineapple belonged to the people who sent us drinks over. How cordial. It was a sloppy night. I think I am embracing my bohemian side. Maybe it is spring. Canadians have it rough, you forget this shit about yourself until you get a good dose of Vitamin D.

I hope they are still alive and thriving nicely.

Can’t finish? No problem. This pitcher was cheaper than a pint. $2 for a pitcher. I love America.

The man.

Rice beans by band versus..

These ones. And by the way, I get the whole rice and beans thing now. My dad loves beans and for my entire life I have made beans (British) jokes about it. Like, an entire plate of baked brown beans? Ew. This way I get.

Have you been noticing the Kurt Cobain case floating around the wires out there. It’s saddening all over again.

I am so happy it is sunny right now. The lake looks beautiful, sparkling, my arms are hot from its rays. Come on spring!!

And then it was over. I was pumped to have this seat. I got long legs.

Airport desolation, beautiful, art.

They’ve taken a lot of heat lately too, the missing flight, another one crashed before it left the ground. You can’t live your life being scared of everything all the time or what-ifs but let me tell you, lots of scary thoughts definitely went through my head during my travels. Oh, namely being false-brave suicidal, “I am ready to die”-like. Because what can you do? Nothing. But then you land and you survive and life goes on. We had a lot of turbulence flying from Dallas, straight off the bat it was choppy and the sky was a gorgeous retro fade sunset and we were dipping and on our side going through bumps. The lady beside me got out her prayer beads and I was like I don’t think that’s gonna help but you’re adorable for trying. Then I filled out her customs form, which you know about already. But anyway here I am now writing this.

And part of my last meal in Texas. I lost my appetite at the country club then I was like, I am having a steak when I land and it’s going to be glorious, cozy, everything for every feeling that there is! I had the Tenderloin tamales instead.

Which by all accounts were amazing. But I still haven’t nabbed my steak hankering so there’s a 100% chance that I will be eating a steak sometime this week.

BTW me Friday. Right after I hit publish this hair will be going Little Mermaid Ariel red.

Damara came over yesterday. I didn’t want to go to Toronto. Yeah, exactly, you get your ass out here instead dammit! We had a great dinner and lazy Saturday indulgences. I peeked at the bday gift she brought me too… wow.

I practiced singing the one song I am most obsessed with right now quite a bit this weekend. I want to make people cry (in a good way) when I sing. Damara listened on and said it was good. Work bestie heard my recording of it and was also floored so, I am excited to embark on my next new thing which is being a jazz singer bahahah. I wrote that on a plantation postcard I bought from the airport (I bought a whole pack) for Damara. What are you supposed to write on postcards, no matter what it all sounds pretentious. Hi, this is the weather, I ate that, we are going there and, see you soon etc. People should write the most insane things possible on postcards. I know I do.

This is from the scrapbook I made in Maine when I lived there for three months. I am thinking more and more that my story, or my book, is far richer than even I can possibly imagine and it shouldn’t be some shoe-horn buzzwordy try-hard social media snapshot of what I think people want to hear but should actually be of what people want to hear. I’m not going to over think it (yes I am) I’m just going to do it.

I promise I will never pose like this again. Promise not guaranteed.

I love lunch time because it’s a manner in which one can express themselves and then you instagram it and for days you get to consider your decision and then everyone weighs in on it like it’s a thing and I am sorry but, everyone eats.

We need trees like these.

I was re-booked on a flight to Chicago because my Dallas connection was delayed and I would not have made the Nola one. I was paged for a half hour then given attitude by the flight attendant. It’s pretty much guaranteed that I get attitude when I travel. You learn a lot about all sorts of people when moving about.

And well, that’s that.

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She was the best. But oh, there is more.

Also pt. II of my journies coming upppp.

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NOLAdventure blog post begin. Hang tight and pay mild attention because this is going to be out of order. Double entendre intentional. Join me now in 96 hours of LaLaLand. New Orleans is pretty much the best place ever btw…

The people of this great place just so happen to take it upon themselves to beautify the city. It’s very pleasing, and a very New York City crazy eccentric thing to get behind. I fucking love it the more and more I go there.

It lit a fire in me.

How to pose with Vegas signs. A hamburger one at that: push in brunch gut.

New Orleans brunch, capital this place, was like if PeeWee Herman barfed on hipsters and that is an ultimate compliment. It was so good. I think our waitress hated me because I said too many Canadian things like, “is this heavy?” about some dish. But I bought a painting to solidify a friendship that doesn’t matter and to enjoy at my workstation because it was quickly dawning on me I was going to miss this place. This is a morning margarita that in part inspired this entire thought process, however they named it so I am blameless. The upstairs was a completely fun and different looking scene too.

Here there it is. Oh I had grits.

I’m kind of a thrid times the charm person. I did Thunder Bay 3 times. This was my third time again in Nola and, the first time we stayed at a hotel across the water here. It’s just awesome the more you learn about a place and see it get better as you get better. I went to Aruba twice. Who even goes once? Fuck while I’m at it I did Holland twice too…

This reminded me of the high line a bit. I love public space recycled into come and hang but leave places to visit. Right? Who doesn’t?

Here’s another dumb glamour pose.

I dunno… mud flap girl one is pretty awesome too.

I bought this.

*unrelated* a shirt I didn’t have a chance to wear.

I drank tequila this night and sweated it out in my sleep and had no hangover, it was peculiar.

Rumoured house of the rising sun. One of. A whore house. #party.

I had this on a tshirt as a cool teenager, from Sauble Beach.

The singer of this band made rice and beans for the night. The drummer of the band provided this car for me to lie on. Gratitude looks something like this. Like my John Lennon boots?

Now I’m going to listen to Ray Charles for like, twenty minutes. I’m also recording a folky cover of a Sam Cooke track. Work bestie and I are finally recording something. I want it complete by the time I turn 31. On the 31st. How strange right. Look what happens when you don’t blog for a long time you start sounding like the Robber Bride. Notice how feminists are always asking questions out loud? Sidenote: am perpetually churning out stand-up material and I am halfway through reading the comedy bible. Just saying. Have been told I am like Lenny Bruce.

Raymboat reporting live from the gorgeous front porch of the clothing optional country club. Lets just say I should have showed up an hour earlier, had a plane to catch.

Beautiful.

And their street sign names are something out of west side story. Just beautiful.

And oyster shell mulch.

Thank you so much Leslie <3.

If I hurry it on up with this post I can have energy left over to dye my hair. Ariel red (almost).

You go by so many amazing houses.

And shit like that.

So many enhanced beautifully adorned everythings.

It was the Emerald city for 4 days. Couldn’t have been better planned.

This parade was great.

The W.

I got beaded. An Italian stallion kissed me on the cheek. They were walking lotharios, casa novas in tuxes. There were chariots and dramatic Italian music blasting, swaying, dancing, such a magical time.

And many moments afoot.

Pageant brides?

Wall to wall people. Eyeroll at Bourbon street but the second you leave it you miss it like hell.

FUN.

We later discovered you could ride this and he’d pull you around and the dog parked crazy PA robot voiced by that guy in green. Best place on earth I say.

He is in the process of giving me the peace sign because he knows what’s up.

I had the burlesque stress of course.

And gator tails. A woman tripped over a fainting couch because the crowd parted for me when I walked from the bathroom and her drink sploshed all over her. I picked her up. It was a scene. On Bourbon street no doubt. It’s just people on people.

Too many things to say. Make hay while the sun shines. Drink vodka when the “bf” is away. Somebody asked and the answer is, he’s visiting soon.

It’s like if Full House went Jazz blues singer. Moreover, Dave Coulier and I are still twitter besties.

More new friends and that tree is pretending to be a pineapple. Busted.

Pizza Delicious was delicious.

The orig of that instagrammed version. See how instagram makes things, things?

Leslie spotted this in the most curious of places.

I’m bummed I didn’t take pics of the show we saw at Chicki Wah Wah. More on that later. I’m going to make this super post a two-parter. Probably edit out a lot of things. I wish you a happy Thursday. I got tings ta do! Happy Spring.

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Hey winter, amiright!? I’m getting outta dodge tomorrow. My bf will be here in a couple weeks and is right now traveling around some hot climate places and I was all WTF and booked a ticket to Nawlins. Last I went was December 2010. I’ve dug out some pics to ogle to inspire myself to pack and cheer up. Winter blahs. I am not pumped about having to grab connecting flights both ways, but whatevs. These beds are intensely sumptuous. I am a fan of sleeping. Everyone’s been like, oh is it Mardi Gras? I don’t know and I don’t care that’s not my scene. I’ll be there for St. Pat’s though so… hahaha.

Lets see how many more Canadian guilt feelings can I throw in here? My ear has been making me all out of sorts too for too long so, “I need this”. Except for all the bad plane news of late and my connecting flight anxiety, I know I’m actually hella stoked.

2010 Raymi lol. I bought actual summery clothes to avoid goths at the beach again, don’t worry. This will be my third time visiting Weswee in Nola.

Dreamy. Love it.

Startin’ to get pumped.

It was all Xmas’d out too. Can you see me, or does my blond head match the light too much? I killed a karaoke madonna performance on Bourbon street too btw.

Lots to discover.

It was a bit chilly at night. Loads warmer than here though.

Bummed about the weight I am going to gain from eating in advance.

Very good vibe town.

You got to bring your kids here.

Or your big ones.

Oh you bet your ass I posed with everything here.

See you soon Top hat rat.

And the Esplanade.

They have gold and blue everything cos that’s their football team’s colours so shit looks real gangster awesome.

Research StoryLand. It was an internet meme I knew about and read about back in my pre-vice mag messageboard days so going to it for me personally was a trip. It survived hurricane Katrina.

Stay weird dudes/ettes! xo rlw

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