So Tuesday nights are for CUBE-ing. Rooftop Partio fashion show, feel me now? I and my homies get to be the guests of (dis)honour cos my BE-F does the hair for the models. Sometimes they are boy, and sometimes they are girl models. Not many summer nights left so that’s where I’ll be erry Tuesday if you want to join in on the shenans and you’re in my crew, you let me know I ain’ts got time to track all your asses down. My nail run is pretty good btw. Hope I don’t jinx it.

Everyone loves my purse, I get bored of things quick so I’m always pleasantly surprised when it gets a compliment. Best 4 dollars ever spent.

Raymbecca is hanging with Craig now which is great because they are both the most stubborn people ever it makes full sense AND they are both close friends of mine PLUS I get to take credit for them meeting, dynamite boom you’re welcome. I told her we are in a couple’s-off cos she has all these dorky photos of Craig on her FB like him throwing a rock in to a lake at sunset agahahaha Me and Steve are fully gay so I don’t care how angery this post gets them.

I look like shit here he does not so I will be a nice homeboy and blog it anyway. I was MENSTRUATING through my goddamn face it looks like. I might draw a rabbit head over my head probably remind me. All I know is he is smoking hot and aww yeah buddy!

Dear Frankie, your lingerie is to die for. Get all over my body asap. Help me pick out some pieces Little Raymesies.

Wanted to take Booboodoodoo out on the town, fancy town. She’s a Rosedale girl anyway so these are her people. She delighted the entire rooftop we are very proud of her. She’s just our little Jules, she gets some good burns in on ol Auntie Raymbo though. Can you guys please flipping tell me what night to book off for her party so I can arrange a pisnatchio cheesecake pick-up too GOD HOLY HELL WHY DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING.

I was still in a bit of a pissed off mood from the day and my peer-E-ood. Some of the models had a bit too much of a cocky swagger, attitude, we could smell it to high hell.

Sweet bods though. Tone down the hot shit vibe please, that goes to everyone up there on that patio. Say it with me now: h-u-m-i-l-i-t-y.

That dress would look amazeballs on me. Bech and I tried to see between her legs when she was in this teeny thong but an annoying guy was right in our way blocking it, I have a video of Rebecca yelling at him I think. He never moved, was too drunk to hear us. We stand behind the couches and go through drank tix like cray VIPLEASE cool stories that we are.

Jules’ face matches my shirt. ADORABLAH! To be 20 (not for long sucka!)

Rebecca has to learn how to use my camera when we are up there and get a photo of me ALL OF ME. Maybe colleague wants to come some night?

Anyway until that day, bathroom pics it is. It really bothers me if I organize the night and I don’t get any nice pictures of myself. #DIVA.

I love Cube nights! Jesse is going to do my makeup sometime.

Juju’s fan club, that guy must have wicked shots of you girl bro. My final warning after Steve was going to have them thrown out was doing the neck slicing gesture at the beardy amigo. I stopped Steve from kicking them out though, they’re lucky, they’ll never even know. You’re welcome.

Jules Venus That handrail was my jungle gym apparently

Raymitheminx.com We gave those rich mean girls a show.

Pat charley horse

Tristan You look like you are in the process of falling down unconscious from drink lol. But doing so with class.

Raymitheminx.com I’m clumsy

Jules Venus i dont dance, i hover.

Raymitheminx.com AHAHah vJules you look like you were posssessed by zeul in ghostbusters

Raymitheminx.com lots of s lots of ass

Jesse Untag me horrid pic lol like what am I doing where are the ones from the washroom !

Robin lol you are your mom’s daughter lol

Raymitheminx.com Lol go on robin

Glam attack lipstick girl! Nice.

Steve is turning in to me lol.

You better be pointing at me and not your shirt. That’s Evens photobombing us. Third time now. Another one in this post too I believe.

Steve has fans too. This guy was happy for us and I said okay copy my pose, he did and the cuteness spreads.

I picked her up in my arms like a little bear and put her on the catwalk, it was a smooth move. We are certainly a spectacle on the dance floor. Life is about fun.

The mean girls back there photobombed our pics by Evens you’ll see when I get to them. COOL STORY, where were all the dudes you were hanging with? Oh right.

Steve had him play Kid Cudi when I walked in da club. Party attack! It was like Come on DOWN if Price is Right went hipster. Good entrance, thanks bro.

Fun-ny times. Like always.

Iron Fist retweeted this one. They love me.

He found these specs I’m wearing and I was like F T those are MINE. They looked super good on him which is why so he settled for those boy ones instead. Glasses collection is getting out of control. If I showed up in my Black Keys shirt everyone would barf so I didn’t but I still get to wear it out yet so YAY.

Time to go.

Heart melting.

Olympic legs.

Your hair ruled dude.

Then we did the unthinkable and got film loaded without a domestic this time. Drunk kitchen shenans passed your bed time are just too irresistible especially when it’s like PeeWee’s magic pony playhouse in this love shack. Also when one has to know what the other is up to 24/7 and then enables whatever that stupid project is but things seem to be working out and got a little bit of the Midas touch at the moment so we roll with it.

I wore this to work yesterday. I ate a pizza sub in it.

I wanted to look less flat so I made that happen.

There we go now.

Pretty party! Nice photobomb, stupid. Jules is way prettier than you. PEACE.

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Hola muchachos! Lets try to figure out what I did last night, I like going through the carnage backwards, like a treasure hunt and almost as scary as Jumanji.

How to dress for a fashion show if you’re nervous about fashion shows (everyone is) and part of the show is the fashion on the floor. Waiting for the show is people watching city. I counter-balance my anxiety by dressing classic and understated, casual, comfortable and I kinda always have to go in sync with Raymbecca who is stubborn as a mule with her shit (always excruciatingly so it makes me go 1. bananas 2. hair loss 3. rage).

Anyway when you go out dressed like the underdog people get wicked intrigued by you quick so when you do something or say something classified as “neat” they are BLOWN AWAY BY YOU like the monkey is now TALKING.

I am so not falling for that one Raymbecca. Hmm, sniff. JUST JOSHING YOU.

Not to brag hag but all the gays loved us, me first. My ego was at an all time high. And you know what we did to make friends? Nothing. I mean, be ourselves (who does that??) This is not our first rodeo (what?) but I’ll give it to my famous hairstylist to grease the wheels for me before arrival by talking about me to everyone first thanks bro. The rest we did ourselves.

I really love this rooftop, it wasn’t as slammed as a couple fashion show nights ago but it was busy enough, with room to enjoy yourself, dig? There is always one requisite cluster of annoying “too good for everyone fashionistas”, Cube never disappoints. Too bad they were trashy and fug. They are rude and they storm you, I wouldn’t move out of the way of one because it was the third time they clothes-lined our crew, such bratty poorly brought up manner-less women beasts trying to gain alpha club status like there is nowhere else to go up here, you are here, stop pacing. No one is better than anybody else up there as far as I’m concerned but it’s fun to watch some try to be.

One of our twenty new gay best friends hahaha.

I don’t think you want to know what I asked about that ring. His friend exploded in to laughter and said, “yes basically!” Lolz. Raymbecca had a blast last night my brain marbles are still blasted out of my head for it.

Danier jackets. Some super amazing ones. I’d love a new jacket for fall and keep my little beater one for when I go to Salvador Darling. Where everyone loses jackets.

Cute. Next time I am going to eat a bag of popcorn and lay on a couch because “I’m media”.

It’s like The Ring.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAh.

Fancy nails. Upped my game and worth just from slicking it on. I want to wear my monokini today lol. I’ll save it for the island. Who saves things? Burn those fancy candles now! Oprah says. I apply that to everything.

Ooh ma nails. Can you have a crush on yourself?

Look it’s the Three Muskecheers. I wonder where le f the Killigrew boys were?

One day Raymbecca will dance on the catwalk after the show and it will be hilarious.

It was nice being told all night long how beautiful I was “like model”. Like, how tanked are you guys? They turned my blahh-zay attitude right around. My understated slob sailor outfit was a success.

I almost wore my ghettofab wedges but I didn’t think that would be safe to bike in who am I the Spice Girls now? (yes) but anyway you know these mary jane wedges have been kickin’ it with me for years now (can you remember how many?) they’re uber comfortable to deal with, albeit borderline geriatric. How many shits I give can also be applied to my dance moves.

Smooth.

I styled the rest of Bech‘s outfit, just popped that necklace on and voila. Sold.

Nice pipes!

Oh summer nights. Quit smoking it’s grosstastic! Looks good in my pictures though.

That is the world’s most intense cigarette drag.

It’s nice and toasty up there it’s like the roof was ripped off to make way for the gotham view. It really puts me in a good mood.

Lets have a nice sit. Can you tell I put gold glimmer everywhere on my eyes?

Too bad my eyes are different colours. I pulled a Bowie. This is essentially just another It’s Pat! outfit.

Then we rode bikes home and massacred a chicken carcass with tipsy jerk sauce all over it and drank my VIP bottle of Absolut Elyx. And that my friends is what we call Tuesday night. Til next time.

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Trying to be as skinny as possible looking here because I am hanging out backstage with the models. Oh hi there didn’t hear you come in lets start at the beginning. Or the end. That sounds more romantic.

Also, must start posing better or period. This not giving a shit thing can only take you so far.

Thank you for being my date Rebeck-uh all the time for all these thing-thangs I do-doo kay? Appreesh! Even though we squabble and it’s your fault I forgive you and I love you. Side shout out to whispers!

My lips were washed out.

Yeah buddy! 2 Broke Girls out on the town again seein’ how the other half live. Rich people are insane and a sight to behold. I love a good study.

Little baby pinky nail did not make it through the night. I suck therefore I am.

Bunhead was my favourite person to look at. Okay I had a top ten list. She is the sister of one of the regular male models that strut their shit down the runway Tuesday nights at Cube (RIP Ultra) and no summer is complete without douching it up on the patio there a coupla times.

I liked her red Louis and told her as such as she pushed it into my back trying to squeeze by me. She replied to me thanks girl like I was her floor scrubbing maid. FUN!

Let the games begin. One girl fell down the stairs afterward, she was okay, but that was one of the highlights for me. They got to sashay the catwalk several times which I liked because then I got to fantasize over what I would do with a full minute of attention up there. It would be awesome and then I would fall down the stairs at the end exactly like the one model did. Cool.

We had a really fun time as a matter of fact. If we play our cards right maybe our own bottle service booth. A bottle of Smirnoff is $150. Such a bargain lol.

Right? I love it. Mom, you and Lois could fit in here there are a lot of rich drunken cougars and it’s teeming with men. Trace bring your A-game.

My Kate Spade bag is quite durable. Stew got it for me from her Film Fest party at The Harbord Room last summer. I miss my Stewy.

OMG priceless. Her face, mine. I wonder what we are reacting to. Wonder what we aren’t?!

A video of me attempting to get a model and this thing was in the way big time, comical.

I like her hair. Steve does all the models hair.

Anything illuminated in spotlight makes the moment all the more evocative. Or sinister? Anything I want it to be in my stupid arty farty head.

She was fun to watch. She needed a lot of attention and she was getting it. We got our photos taken the second we arrived. I should email that kid. There is a 24 hour window of business card opportunity before they all get shuffled in to a big confusing where the hell did I meet this person mess.

I wonder who will get their period first. Any day now! When did my blog turn in to Little Women?

See. Rich people flash mob. I guess they were partying with their old Captain?

Go for it I say.

Behind the scenes model mayhem.

Oh hi there.

What is this body launguage saying?

Oh summer nights! You are here. Chilly bike ride back though, hope I don’t get sick.

Good girls last night. Not even hung today 0_o WHattttttttt unpossible. Photobomb!

Zero per cent chance of remembering this guy’s name. He was one of the party photogs.

What can I do to stop biting my nails? Think of how much more powerful I will be with long minx claws on my beautiful hands and nail beds for days. I is so stupid. It’s like I don’t want to try or something. Try hards die hard, that’s because why.

My Raymi in Wonderland party includes drink trees CAN YOU IMAGINE quit imagining it’s already crappening fool. Thanks for the drank tix!

Oh that’s new.

I am Dr. Claw.

Time to go ghost feet.

I like your hat.

Oh neat it changes colours! Our friends TPL made those lights scroll to the second half of that zoo post for their party we crashed. I just know everyone now don’t I? Working on it.

Mine came out dark and blurry (they always do haha).

Then we biked home together.

Okay here is why Spagina and Queer are blocked. Good to know. I have a fascination with street guttings.

More later toonces!

ILU!

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