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Greetings from the blissfully peaceful city of Toronto, Ontario!

I just drove from the heart of downtown to High park in less than 15 minutes. It would have been even quicker, had I not been stopped by a neon-vest wearing lady-cop.

“YOU CAN’T GO THIS WAY! ROAD’S CLOSED! THE ROAD’S CLOSED! GO AROUND!” she yelled into my open window.

“Uh… thanks. I kind of guessed it might be when I saw that huge barricade right there. That’s why I turned my right blinker on… see?”.”

“ROAD’S CLOSED! GOTTA GO RIGHT! THE ROAD’S CLOSED!”

“… yes ma’am?”

I think the $80 million 5,000 police officers are starting to get bored. This city is a father-freakin’ ghost town! As a motorist, I am just lovin’ it of course  And that’s about as far as I’m going to go where Geetwenityness is concerned. I’m sure you’ve been getting enough of that stuff as part of your regular media diet.

I like to think, of course, that my blog is a small part of your media diet too – but more like a dessert than the main course. Not necessarily a nutritionally void dessert like cotton candy or something, but something with a little bit of substance. Delicious, nutritious, yet highly suspicious… like Pinkberry!

I’m hungry, can you tell? I really need to get groceries. Peanut butter and broccoli are getting old (whoddathunk I’d EVER get sick of PB?) Maybe I should learn to cook…

… Maybe I should learn to cook a different day.

Wait – this blog post is not supposed to be about my culinary retardation. It’s supposed to be about MMVA Sunday, because I still haven’t properly laid out how all of that went down.

Allow me to do so riiiiight meow so that I can officially transfer the “MMVA 2010” folder from my desktop to an external HD for a little while.

I woke up at approximately 5:57 a.m. Sunday, June 20th, just brimming with excitement.

You see, just hours earlier I’d received official confirmation that I would be interviewing THE Perez Hilton that day. Needless to say, I was stoked.

After doing my usual morningstuffs (check e-mail, eat oatmeal, eat e-mail and check oatmeal) I went for a nice run in High Park.

At least, it was supposed to be a nice run. I’m quickly learning that hot, humid days in Toronto are not the same as hot, humid days in the Great Lakes region from which I hail.

Running in weather like this isn’t just uncomfortable, it’s actually dangerous for asthmatic nerds like me. I barely made it back to my puffer without seeing those little white “your brain isn’t getting enough oxygen” spots in front of my face.

But I digress…

Post run, post shower, post hair & makeup, I readied my media-makin’ gear (Canon Digital Rebel camera + Canon FS200 camcorder + external mic + Blackberry = HOYEAH!) and set off for the mall to do what I do best. I got some shoes, betch.

Some nude pumps, to be exact. I needed some for outfit number 1 and I was lonnnng overdue for a new pair. I made the unfortunate mistake of wearing my fabulously painful 5-inch tone peep-toe sandals to grad and almost tossed them into the London dump as I drove out of town. The only thing stopping me was how awful it smelled on that blisteringly hot day.

DUDE -  I can’t stick to one story without diverging into another one, eh? It’s the Irish thing, I’m told.

Soooo after picking up some sweet little cute-but-comfortable(ish) Steven Maddens from Townshoes, I skipped on over to MuchMusic just in time to catch Stereos‘ red carpet soundcheck. Bonus!

I met up with my friends and cameramans Mr. Nate Black (a.k.a. the king of the Lion’s Den) & Matty Shore and scored some sweet MMVA shades from Casie (who, by the way, had the night’s best MMVA outfit for the record.). Then we went to HMV to do the damn thing.

Afterwards, we headed back to MuchMusic to watch Mariana’s Trench rock out on the roof of the old Much store. Another solid soundcheck:

I hopped back onto the subway around 2:30 p.m. and went home to edit a video, upload some images, write an article and file it all to the Star. PYAW!

Then I decided to “rest my eyes” for 10 minutes.

100 minutes later I woke up like “FRIGGG!!!” and busted my patootie to get ready as quickly as was humanly (even SUPERhumanly) possible.

If my life were a movie, this would definitely have been one of those family-channel type montage scenes with girlie pop music playing as I threw clothes all over my bedroom floor and teased my hair while chewing bubblegum (as opposed to the epic, Rocky / Trey Parker and Matt Stone style montage ).

Ready to go, I ran down to the subway station and, well… the rest is Twistory.

Check out my video of getting to the MMVAs, hitting the red carpet somehow (luck’s been on my side, lately), and the sick VIP party on the fifth floor of the building:

I ended up rolling with some pretty sweet cats that night.

Said sweet cats were responsible for my access to said red carpet and said sweet party so… thanks sweet cats You know who you are.

After the show, I met up with some friends and headed to Perez Hilton’s “One night in Toronto” afterparty at The Opera House. (I did a quick outfit change in Nate’s car en route).

That party was cool – especially when Katy Perry hit the 1s and 2s. Chick DJs are hot as heck to begin with, but chick DJs that are KATY PERRY (even though she’s not really a DJ at all) well that’s just like woah.

Ooooh Ooh! And guess who I saw there? AL AND JAIME!!! I was so excited about this, especially because it was the first time I’ve actually met Mr. Al Hal in person!

It was so nice to chat with them about their adventures in online dating (hilar!) and Bieber fever (I has it. Jaime has it. Al probably has it too, but he didn’t admit it. EVERYBODY loves the Biebs deep down I think. How could ya not?)

Cooler than that party, however, was Kid Sister (sibling of A-Track and respectable DJ in her own right) spinning at Wrongbar afterwards for NXNE.

At least, it would have been cooler if we hadn’t got all disoriented and lost along the way (I blame you Cory Litwin, BAH!).

Fortunately, C-Litty provided us with enough entertainment in the parking lot to make up for it.

I saw a lot of solid performances Sunday night: Drake, Bieber, Miley, Adam Lambert, Ke$ha, Katy Perry, DWW… but Cory freestyling in Parkdale took the motherlovin’ cake:

Bwahaha…

Ok, that’s enough. I’m done. This blogpost is entirely too long and I’ve got some serious living to do. You know – grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning the cat’s litter box playing archeologist (what magical buried treasures will I find today?).

I’ll leave you with a few photos. The full set can be seen on my laptop if you’re one of the people who see me IRL when I’ve got my laptop around and actually care about all of my stupid photos (mom?). An edited set can be viewed on my FB profile!

so many people! blocks of people!

sick view of the stage from the 5th floor balcony…

TIE DOMI! This explains why Kimber was there… apparently they’ve been dating for years. I had no idea!

Here, the Windsor native / NHL supahstah poses with some Degrassi kids. I felt like I was in an episode of the Next Generation last night, I swear. Pretty sure almost the whole (HUGE) cast was there to support their boy Drake.

I seem to run into these new next-gen kids all the time, but (with the exception of like, 5 people), I’ve never see any of the characters I grew up with in the first couple of seasons. Nammmmely Craig. *swoon*

I did see Manny Santos the other night at TIME and that was kinda cool. Almost as cool as seeing McLovin’. But that’s a whole other blogpost…

BELLY!

I just really like Belly…

Red carpet media scrum madness + purple haired character.

FIN.

<3 Lauren Ohmgawthisblogpostiswaytoolong.