The eatingest sweetheart of the city. Maybe that will be my next self-selling detail, usually I tack the “foodie” bit on to the end of all my other accolades, “Oh and I’m a total pig with connections too, fully, honestly.”

Scotch egg and steak tartare. Red Flag was in a feeling’s eating mood, I wasn’t, but I ate anyway. 416 food doesn’t count cos it’s made for mice from the Beatrix Potter book (tiny tiny portion sized).

Eggs benny scotched egg at that. Deadly.

Deadlier, Devil’s on horseback. No idea what they were, still kind of don’t. Favourite thing. I don’t know what it is but it’s my favourite.

This shirt and a few others I discovered in one of my many piles of collections that I have been diligently pairing down and out the stuff I never wear. I got this from our adventurehouse garage sale from Melucas, why they would get rid of this gem beats me. I also got a nice white vintage GOODYEAR tee.

Do you want to date my ex? Seriously. Consider this the beginnings of the facilitation process. Normally his face isn’t this intense.

Amazing oysters. This was all we ate.

My vest matched the decor.

This seemed dangerous.

Allison’s birthday party in the park. I showed up wicked late.

Happy Birthday little pet! RUV ROO! Only 25! Allow me to suck up your youth. I can remember back to when I was 25 and hanging out with you…

The picnic sheet had a Madhatter thing going on which I loved and sat on.

It was down to this or the blue, I felt the party hats poppin’ up might be too much for the world. It’s the little things, no? HAahahaa righteous.

White peach (nothing white about it) crystal light.

Smoked gouda flax nachos, with sriracha and green salsa.

Rasta toothbrush felt like checking up on the neighbours. I have three other rotating toothbrushes going right now (from traveling, one goes missing so you open another then that first one appears again, you know how it is) so I haven’t used this one yet I just like walking around with it for street cred purposes.

Some people collect dolls, others, bottles of tequila.

And so of course I had some wine.

Daddy’s girl. lol.

Took some italian cheese for the road and my perry bible fellowship book back! Now when I reference it people will understand what the hell I am talking about.