The weekend wrap v. labour day + gearing up for TIFF
'Tis the season for false lashes, la la la la la, la la la myaaaaaw
Au revoir, Summer 2012. I hardly freaking knew ye…
Maybe because I spent most of the season inside writing, working, sleeping running on treadmills, hiding from the humidex… Internetting.
WAH!
WHAatever, I mean. Summertime feels a bit arbitrary now that I’ve graduated up into the workforce and whatnot.
Summer break doesn’t exist. Summer jobs don’t exist. Summer sausage doesn’t exist (I decided to stop eating red meat when I was 14, you see. At summer camp.)
I just spent SO MUCH TIME making that.
Stay in school, kids.
Click play on the song above (for it is my current jam) and then read on to learn about how I spent the last weekend of my tofu:
On Thursday, I went with a few friend’s to Dell’s Ultimate End of Summer party at Sunnyside Pavillion. Sean and I rode our bikes there thinking it was way closer than it actually is. It was a nice bike ride, and when we got there, SHARKS!
Awesome.
Lights started playing jussst as we walked in. Such a talent, that girl.
Casie pretended to be the Parkdale bed intruder. HIDE YO KIDS, HIDE YO WIFE!
Thanks for the invite, Dell! Y’all know how much I love my sweet XPS 13 Ultrabook 
After the party, we hung out around Casie’s but my phone was dead. Twas a relatively early night, anyway, as I felt the need to get plenty of beauty rest for the Weekly webcast!
Play the Qwiki: CBC Community Weekly Wrap: August 31, 2012
On Saturday, I drove home to my parents’ house in Chatham — and then on to Windsor!
It’s been some time since I partied with my old homies there. I was too busy catching up and celebrating Harmony’s beeday to bother taking many photos. I slept at Seany’s parents’ house and woke up with my hair looking like this:
Rough morning, but somebody special was waiting for me on the bed when I got back home to Chatham:
And Mommy made MUFFINTOPS!
I watched the (mid) Season Finale of Breaking Bad with my parents and Tweeted so hard that THIS happened:
Rumour has it Mr. Paul will be in town for TIFF. I’ve got his film in my calendar as “GO STALK JESSE PINKMAN.”
Hehehe…
My Labour Day weekend was pretty uneventful and chill. I spent a lot of time driving and walking in the country, looking at corn and cows and horses. Regard:
YEAH STEWED RHUBARB! From the gaarrrrden. If you’ve tasted it, you know why this blogworthy.
This past weekend was a very nice, grounded (for me) weekend. The perfect vaccination against what’s to come… this week…
Homies and gentlecats,
You’re going to see a lot of party coverage on this here blog in the two weeks ahead — most of it TIFF related, some of it fashion. But most of it TIFF. All of it, pretty dang myaw.
Yeah. It’s that time of the year again.
Brace yourselves for the onslaught of inexcusable douchebagggeerrry!!! (clipsonicehadtouseittwicethrice)
Not only will I be on the Star Spotting beat for work (let’s play polite paparazzi!), I’m scheduled to be at no less than… 10 parties within the span of three days alone.
Fingers crossed I get to hobnob with movie stars and the like again so that I can brag about hobnobbing with people who only had to talk to me because it’s in their contract.
In an effort to actually write about everything I do, I plan to keep my party reviews short. MAYBE even 140 characters or less.
I just got back from a pre-TIFF cocktail party at the Ritz-Carlton. Here’s my review:
I also hit up a sweet lounge this morning (EGPR’s Essentials Lounge for media) but that most definitely deserves a post of its own (you have no idea, holy MAN!)
Soon enough. Wait for it…
