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Sláinte chugaibh, my friends!
I’m also Irish-ish. IrISH?
While I strongly identify as a Canada-born Euromutt (more French than anything, tbh) I feel a special connection to the Irish part of my heritage. I’m proud to be descended from the fierce O’Neills of County Tyrone! My last name may be anglicized, but the older and more like my father and grandfather I get, the more I understand how much of my personality is influenced by that part of my family; The sense of humour, the hyperbolic storytelling, the prankster gene, the feistiness…
“The so-called Irish temperament is a mixture of flaming ego, hot temper, stubbornness, great personal charm and warmth, and a wit that shines through adversity. An irrepressible buoyancy, a vivacious spirit, a kindliness and tolerance for the common frailties of man and a feeling that ‘it is time enough to bid the devil good morning when you meet him’ are character traits which Americans have associated with their Irish neighbors for more than a century.”
Hilarious hotheads. Hi.
That’s me and my friend Jilly a few years back on a visit to Dublin. I did a tour of Southern Ireland after that. Got fresh with the Blarney Stone
I love Ireland. Every member of my family has been there now, though none of us together except for mom and dad. If ever I strike it rich somehow, that’s where we’ll go. Right after I ride ALL OF TEH ELEPHANTS in everywhere.
That’s not to say this has anything to do with St. Patrick’s Day — at least, the North American incarnation of it.
St. Patrick’s Day in Canada / The U.S. is it not be the most traditionally-rooted (or heck, even respectful) of holidays — but it’s not supposed to be. We here in Canada don’t celebrate St. Patrick’s Day as an Irish holiday (though Newfoundland has declared St. Patrick’s Day a public holiday — one of only two cities outside of Ireland to do so ) — we celebrate it as a tribute to who WE are as modern descendants of old Irish clans, and we celebrate the fun-loving traits we’ve inherited from said ancestors.
Plus, it’s good craic!
I’d like to invite everyone out there to join me at the MASSIVE St. Party’s Day bash in Toronto this weekend — and I’m giving away two pairs of tickets to make it even easier for you to do so!
St Party’s Day is going to be bigger and better than ever! This year the event will take place over 2 days at Ontario Place
This 2 day festival will include massive heated tents, authentic Irish music and dancers, live DJ sets, the official Budweiser Big Rig and 15,000+ attendees where you will be sure to see that old high school friend.
Saturday March 16th – 11:00AM – 8:00PM
Sunday March 17th – 11:00AM – 8:00PM
? BUY TICKETS NOW ?
- Simply comment below with your name, email address and ONE THING you love about St. Patrick’s Day in Canada
- OR email me with the same information
- Winner will be announced Friday, March 15
HBO is a network that gets away with things most others can’t; gory vampire orgies, full frontal male nudity, storylines that would make Sue Johansen blush and like, infinity boobies, everywhere, all the time.
It is the best.
Thus, it stands to reason that HBO could get also away with throwing a weeknight party in the east end of Toronto (I’m talking PAST the Distillery District) and still draw a pretty hype crowd.
Hashtags don’t lie: Toronto loves Girls.
This particular Torontonian is OBSESSED with the show (and watching old people freak out over it), and much like Game Of Thrones, Breaking Bad, and every other series I binge-watched this year I’m dying for the next season to start. Have you seen the trailer for Season 2 of girls yet? It made me laugh and cry and want to go buy things. God bless America.
Fortunately, Season One of girls is on DVD now to tide us all over until January 13 (now THAT’s a gift bag goodie I won’t be regifting. Thanks mother HBO) and cast members have been doing the rounds to promote it, and the upcoming second season.
Allison Williams was at HBO’s party on Tuesday night for a little Q&A with Shinan Govani:
She didn’t give out her dad’s phone number or any dirt on the rich-kid art school douchebags she works with, but she was funny and charming and emphasized the importance of getting an education (homegirl went to Yale, where she was on an improv troupe. I love her.)
Later, there was a mob&greet of sorts. I got to chat with her for a few minutes about school and hair and clothes and just being a girl in her 20s. Her dress was Oscar De La Renta and she was stoked to be wearing it, saying something along the lines of “I feel lucky whenever I get to wear something like this.”
She was so gracious. Humble. Kind. Chill. She even touched my sock bun! We took a selfie:
For more on the party, here’s Paul’s comprehensive review on The Grid. All the deets you want and need except for the fact that this song played at least 3 times in the hour and a half that I was there.
Bon nuit, mon amis! I’m off to dream about manbearpig and personal butler robots who bring me plates of bon bons like the one in that Cheeky Bingo ad and living in New York City with my own hit TV series and a pug to walk in the park…
“Lord Neddard Stark of Winterfell!” shouted I. He didn’t get it so I curtsied toward m’lord and skulked away to rouse rabble elsewhere. WHERE MY GEEKSES IS AT?
Big ups to Telus and Casie and the CFL for making my first Canadian football game an amazing one. I may not follow the sport, but I LOVE me a some big excitement, and as far as events in Toronto go this month go – heck, even this YEAR – the Grey Cup was a huge one.
My entire weekend, save for a Saturday shoe and dress shopping spree, revolved around it pretty much. The streets around my office were closed off for the 100th Grey Cup Festival and parties / concerts/ meat eating contests could be found every which where.
Casie’s got a nice take on our time at the CFL Awards player’s party Thursday night here, and if you’re interested in the actual football stuff, you’re looking at the wrong blog.
According to some text messages, we were on the teevee a few times during the actual game, which makes sense because we were sitting directly behind game MVP Chad Kackert‘s folks.
But y’all KNOW I’m not about to spend 20 more minutes of my life scrubbing through football footage looking for two bouncing blonde heads (at least, not tonight.)
Here are some more anecdotes and photos from Sunday’s adventure (Storify a yeah-yeah…)
And that’s all she wrote for now, for it’s late. SO LATE.
LOL at the 2012 Canadian Breast Cancer CIBC Run for the Cure in Toronto: Tutus, handstands, pink hair and bird poop
Yesterday, a bird pooped on my head.
when all of the sudden… ploop!
That’s when I knew that it going to be a good day.
You see, getting a bird bomb on your head = good luck (or so they say.)
It happened to me once before, at Disney World when I was 12. A Seagull flat-out destroyed the shirt I was wearing and my parents decided to just buy me a new one rather than go all the way back to the hotel so I could change. They bought me a sweet cobalt-blue polo shirt with Winnie the Pooh on it. MAJOR SCORE in 1997.
It’s not the luck factor that made me feel great heading into the run, though — It was the fact that my teammates started laughing their heads off along with me when the package landed, at the ready to take photos for posterity’s sake. Not before I could pull it out and wipe my hands on some grass, though.
You know your crew is solid when “Bwahaha” replaces “ewwww” or “OMGPANIC!” (almost) every single time.
Our spirits were already sky-high by that point, moods bolstered by the energy all around us.
As our fellow participants (THOUSANDS of them) got stoked for the CICB Run for the Cure, they laughed and danced and posed for photos in their own fabdiculous gear, which included so many tutus and feather boas. Prettiest run ever!
TEAM 5318008 was no exception in the pink department. Check the shirts! I had these done up by a really solid company called Promotional Elements on hot pink Anvil Organic Cotton & Recycled PET Shirts.
The greatest part about doing the CIBC Run for the Cure with my best friends was that the entire 5K route felt like a giant slumber party / dance-off / talent show / gabfest — save for some sobering speeches, reflective moments and can’t-talk-out-of-breath sprints.
One of the most gut-wrenching moments for me was seeing a huge, strapping, burly man walking alone with a little girl.
He looked like a firefighter or something — quite a good looking fella. I figured he was there for work, as there were a lot of corporate teams. He didn’t appear to be with anyone other than this girl holding his hand though. His daughter, obviously. I was curious so I jogged closer.
That’s when I saw the “Who I’m running for” name scrawled on his shirt:
“My wifey. Never forgotten.”
I choked and I huffed and I puffed and I ran away.
Running is easy. Breast cancer is hard. Growing up without a mother or losing a spouse is hard.
As sad and sobering as the effects of breast cancer can be on the lives of those who’ve been touched by it, events like this one aren’t about mourning.
They’re about celebrating successes, raising awareness, and looking forward to a future without breast cancer.
Quite fitting that the route took us straight past the Princess Margaret hospital, which itself is a world leader in doing the types of research we were raising funds for.
I’d love to be able to say we ran the whole way, but it was really more of a dancey jog with plenty of stops for photo opps. Once a blogger girl, always a blogger girl… er… something.
I did run quite hard a few times though — mostly up to dogs I spotted across the street, and then back again to catch up with my group
It gives me great pleasure to announce that not only did team 5318008 meet our fundraising goal, we exceeded it by 184 per cent !!!
I can’t even believe how many people helped us out!
I made videos for a few who donated to me personally, but I’d like to thank each and every person who donated to any member of Team 5318008 right now. Your generosity kept us going, and helps to keep me believing in this cause every single day.
- First off, thank you to Sean and Sean, who helped take our pictures / schlep our stuff / donated to our campaign / let us pose and unpose them for minutes on end while we took these photos / are great dudes in general.
- Thanks to Karl Nieva and Promotional Elements for doing such an amazing job with these shirts, in excellent time. They turned out perfectly.
- Thanks to everyone who came out to cheer on the runners. Thanks even more to the people who brought out their pups and let us pet them
- And most importantly, to mah TEAM! Thanks for all your hard work – the funds raised, letting me photoshop your heads onto cartoon characters, and being cool in general.
Casie, Sarah, Harmony, Courtney – BIG UPS TO ALL OF YOU!
WE DID IT GUISE!!!
See you next year, in a tutu
P.S. More photos from the 2012 CIBC Run for the Cure can be found here.
LOL @ TIFF 2012 Part 3: Starstruck with vitaminwater, Rob Stewart’s Revolution, Dining with Zac Efron and Oxford Beach’s hot-people rooftop
And now that the stupid-film-festival-I-always-forget-how-much-I-hate-until-it-gets-here is finally over, we can all go back to feeling like the precious little stars we all are, as opposed to bothersome proles, annoying Canadians, unwelcome visitors in our own dang city.
TIFF doesn’t come without its fun (see: all of the parties) but if you had to bicycle straight through Lightbox land on your way to and from work for 10 days straight, you’d get it. You couldn’t miss it.
The congestion, the screaming, the weary faces of star gawkers waiting for hours outside of theatres for someone famous – anyone at all even sort of famous, the men standing next to black SUV’s telling you NOBODY’S ALLOWED to bike through your favourite shortcut right now.
SAYS WHO? MAYOR SUSAN SARANDON? WADDAHEY?!?
Now that that’s out of the way, here are the rest of my 140 character party reviews (with photos, of course).
Regularly scheduled non-douchey blogging resumes shortly – and boy is there a lot to blog about, GAH!
For now though…
P.S. — This is my favourite piece of film festival coverage this year so far. It’s hilarious and so well done. Kudos, Sarah Lazarovic!
LOL @ TIFF 2012 Part 1: Snoop’s VICE party, Shangri-La, FNO, Drake Overdrive, Oxford Beach and many awkward photos
Four days down, 6 to go annnnd I’m just about done. All party no sleep makes Lauren something something…
I don’t have much to report by way of star sightings (aside from Adrian Grenier and Snoop Dogg – both of whom I’ve already met), I’m afraid, because:
a) I’m not cool / rich / important enough to get into any of the actual Hollywood parties at places like the SoHo house — which seems to be where all of the hotties are hiding this year (looking at you, Michael Pitt!)
b) I can’t seem to buy a film ticket on any day for the life of me! Single tickets are snapped up fast. Next year, I’m buying a package ahead of time.
c) I don’t have the patience (or interest, really) to wait outside of a hotel or theatre for some split-second glance of Ben Affleck or something (Not that he isn’t incredibly hot. He is.) In an age where I can learn more than I’ve ever wanted to know about my favourite actors by reading gossip rags or following them on Twitter, it feels a bit plebian to wait outside for a chance to yell at them and take their pictures. They’re not objects and they’re not gods. They are people doing jobs.
Unless of course, we’re talking about Leo… in which case AHHHHH!
All of that said, I’ve had a great time bouncing around to all the TIFF-related fetes in the city these past four days. Everybody’s all boozy and schmoozy and fun… and I get to wear pretty things.
AIN’T NO PARTY LIKE A PEPLUM PARTAAAAY…
Unless it’s Snoop
Dogg Lion Dogg‘s party
— Snoop Dogg (@SnoopDogg) September 8, 2012
As promised, here the 140-character-long party reports for (most of) the parties I went to on Thursday and Friday:
Life-sized cutouts of Toronto’s most stylish people mingle with rich T-listers and Tom Green (?) Oysters and prosecco. Shangri-Ooh-la-la!
Rating: 9/10 – awesome party.
I got red-carpetted on the way in to that one and posed like a Japanese schoolgirl for some reason…
I wish I’d have gotten my hair / makeup touched up FIRST, but I’m happy to be in the Getty Images database now. BOOYAH!
Tiny venue, not crammed. Got mean mugged by girls I’ve never seen for five minutes and left. Pretty things to buy. Fun photo booth
Rating: 4/10 – meh.
Fun hipster kids and distractingly wonderful things to buy EVERYWHERE. Low douchebag quotient. Floor 6 is one of my favourite places to be.
Rating: 6/10 – fun for 15 minutes…
Just ran into Adrian Grenier. “I interviewed you last year! Do you remember?”He says he did, but I think he was being polite. #TIFF12
— Lauren O’Nizzle (@laurenonizzle) September 7, 2012
Live bands, a mobile tattoo parlour, and relatively 905er-free for once! Free rum, great service, more Adrian Grenier, and that sky yard
Rating: 8/10 — Can’t go wrong with the Drake and Grenier.
Oxford Beach’s Glitz & Glamour TIFF pink party in support of the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation:
Everybody’s wearing pink! Swank soiree for the ambitious, educated mid-20′s set. Suits&Suits&Suits&Bras. Danced on Stage. A lot.
My phone was dead by this point and I forgot my cameras so no photos from me. Fortunately, the Royal Few got tons. That signed bra tree behind Cabbie in the photo above was awesome.
Snoop Dogg. VICE magazine. Open bar. Tight guest list. New bracelet! You ask why I call myself O’Nizzle? He is why. Amazing party.
Rating 9/10: SNOOP DOGG IN MY CITY. IN MY NEIGHBOURHOOD. IN MY AIRSPACE. Plus, VICE parties are always great.
My phone died and all memories from that point on are gone forever.
No, I’m totally kidding. I’m not an effing cyborg, come on meow. I’m tired though… and that was a lot of blog. We’ll pick this up tomorrow with part 2. For now, we sleep… we sleep so hard.
I skipped everything tonight (which only would have been the Fashion Cares after party and setting up a lawn chair down the block to watch famous people walk in and out of the CAA party) because I need a break.
Work is tomorrow and that is what matters — not staring creepily at Ewan Mcgregor from afar. And Elton John will come back again some day, right? His husband is from the GTA, so how could he not?
Five minute warning.
Merry Tiffmas to all; and to all a Ryan Gosling.
Hey there, puppy-cat. Looking for something fun to do next Sunday, July 29? Hmmm?
How about joining Homer, Bender, and I at the 18th annual Toronto Festival of Beer?
Canada’s largest celebration of malty libation pops off in T-minus 8 days at the Exhibition Place in downtown Teeyoh, right next to beautiful Lake Ontario. Steps from my condo, bwahaha
Homer and Bender won’t actually be there (as far as I know) but plenty of other fun-loving celebrities will be — including the Salt N’ Pepa, who perform on Friday night and lots of rocker hotties *blush* on Sunday.
More importantly, over 200 different types of beer will be on tap for you to sample with your glorious commemorative Beer stein AND there is a World of Beer Pavillion kicking about. I don’t even know what that is but it sounds like a hoot.
But-ah Wait-ah! There’sah More!
If you buy your tickets using the code ONIZZLE, you’ll recieve a $5 discount right away PLUS you’ll get to join me for a free drink in the social media lounge on Sunday. Like, if you want to.
“The social media lounge is an invite only place within the festival that the media, bands, VIPS etc hang out and socialize,” I am told. I can only assume it involves a whole lot of this:
Ahhh, jk jk. Don’t do that. It’s terribly uncouth, I think.
You can learn more about all of the fabulous beer brands, food vendors, spirit companies and entertainers at this year’s BEERFEST on the festival’s website, and keep up with Toronto’s Festival of Beer on Facebook and Twitter.
Or, you know, you could buy tickets right here. Right meow. Hollah if you do. Pre-party at my place… maybe.
Free tonight? That is good. That is a good thing. That means that you can come and join Toronto’s most formidable west-end Twit-heads for some bopping and pops. Wobbly, if you’re into that.
Tonight is the Gladstone Hotel’s #10KTweetgasm, and as a longtime friend and fan of the cultural institution, I’ve been asked to cohost the event with my buddy Jeremy Vandermeij (the hotel’s creative director).
You know a hotel is wicked when it’s got its own freaking CD.
Here’s the event description as it appears on the Gladstone Hotel’s website:
“To celebrate @GladstoneHotel’s community of over 10,000 twitter followers we’ll be having a special prize-packed #10KTweetgasm! The event will be hosted by the Gladstone’s Creative Director @WJVandermeij and the indomitable Multimedia Journalist @LaurenONizzle.
Leading up to the event we’ll be giving away two Art Insider Packages including Brunch for Two and tickets to Art Tours with Betty Ann Jordan. To win all you have to do is Tweet this statement:
#10KTweetgasm is for the 10,000 tweeps of @GladstoneHotel! Mon, March 26, 7pm; Hosted by @WJVandermeij & @LaurenONizzle http://ow.ly/9u740”
And here’s an invitation I sent out from Eventbrite to a massive chunk of Toronto kids in my e-rolodex this morning:
You don’t actually need to register. Just show up with your smartphone.
Finally, un petit video from last summer, filmed at the Gladstone.
Come say hi tonight. I’d love it if you did.
Hey yo, shoefans.
Last night, I saw the future (sort of):
See that? Future. The very near future of footwear departments at select retail stores within Canada, that is… which still counts as the future in my blogpinion. (Hey – if scientists can reccommend that Justin Bieber be sent into space, bloggers can write authoritatively about future. This is fact.)
I actually hit the Converse Spring/Summer 2012 Press Preview Monday night at the Hotel Le germain in Toronto, is what happened, and LOOK! I got my fingernails turned into bebe shoes:
Er… more importantly, I got a chance to see some of the new kicks Converse will be rolling out for Canadians next season. Trust me — it is good.
I was immediately drawn to a table filled with shoes from the much-hypedConverse x Gorillaz Chuck Taylor collection (which launches in Canada this month):
Have you heard that new Gorillaz ft. Andre 3000 and James Murphy (LCD Soundsystem) track yet? I’ve been loving on it for a week and had no idea until just now that it’s actually part of Converse’s huge “3 artists, 1 song” project.
Small freaking culture. Or it is? Smaaaart campaign. I’m impressed by it on so many levels. Those illustrations alone, jeez… Not to mention the video (!):
This is getting a lot of hype right now for all the right reasons. Dope song, wicked animation and, as many have taken note, Andre just slayyyys it with his verse. So fast. (Don’t get excited though, kidlets – this does not signal the return of Outkast, apparently. Whatever.)
Back to the shoes though, because the shoooooes the shoes! Good luck trying to have a meaningful conversation with me in a room like that. My eyes dart back and forth from shoe to shoe, bags to shades, posters to people, people to other people — their clothes and cameras, mostly…
I take a photo of Marcus Troy taking a photo of Jay Strut taking a photo of some Chuck Taylors. Ooooh photo chain. I hope there was a security camera or something on me. Probably not.
Here are some of my favourite pieces from the Converse Spring and Summer 2012 collections:
The Chuck Taylor All Star Dainty is a slightly more feminine version of the classic low-top. Wardrobe staple. I’m loving them in the summer materials – especially “Strawberry Pink”:
The ChuckIT Lady CVO: Lightweight slip-on Chucks with a nautical twist. If I ever make it out to the Yacht club, you’d best believe I’ll be wearing something like this. All the better to speed away from snooty guards when they catch me hopping the Yacht Club’s fence! “Get out of here, you vagrant city rat! Shoo! Well, I never! Myaw!”
The Chuck Taylor All Star Coast: The kicks are collapsible, meaning that they’ll fit into a suitcase just as well as your flip flops, and with a mesh upper they’re nearly as breathable too. Sold.
I’d be remiss not to include the Chuck Taylor All Star in this mix since I’ve owned more pairs of Chucks than any other single shoe style in my entire life (with the exception of those foamy almost-disposable beach flip flops from Old Navy. I go through like, 20 pairs a season legit).
Here are some of SS 2012′s seasonal colours — I’m loving on the purple (Irish Orchid) and the green (Green). And the creamsicle (Nectarine). Frig, I want them all. That dazzling blue, too.
Big ups to the fly lay-days from Wow Wow Nails for turning my fingernails into little kickers! I’ve been showing these off all day.
I’m off to get my hurrs did right now – at the Academy, because I’m too frugal for those fancy schmancy “$150 but you get a free teaaaaaa” salons right now. Saving up for a big, big trip! Gots to be smart.
Fingers crossed I don’t end up looking like this:
Bwahaha, jk. I only did that for like, an hour. And then I went out.
And by cool, I don’t mean “open bar, branded hashtag, everybody gets a giftbag and a photobook wee!” type of cool (no offense, PR folk – you know I like those photo booths) – I mean actually cool. Wicked people doing smart, interesting things for the sake of culture and communitehhh. Creatures Creating, if you will — and you will, because it’s the name of the gallery at 627 Queen West. See What I did there?
Ryan [left] is one of such creators (you may remember him from this video I shot in the summer. One of the most fun I’ve ever produced because I got to chase around longboarders on my rollerblades with a camera, cheyaaaaah!)
Listen to a few of his tracks here. As he tells it to me, he is not a rapper but an artist. Whatever the genre, the music’s good. Real.
He skates well, too! Jeesh.
This kid is doing novel things, befitting of Kensington Market. Things like mentoring people with low self esteem through music production and charging others a fair (if not better than fair) price to come and record at his studio on 86.5 Nassau st. (20$! Seriously! Go see him!)
Plus, he had a sweet hat on. I’m all about hats with words under the bill right now.
Big ups to everybody I saw at Creatures Creating Saturday night — the Comeback Season Kids, all of the artists — especially this Flips guy. I didn’t meet him and can’t find a website (anybody?) but I was loving on this piece (and others):
Nice to see fun like this going on in my neighbourhood. I’m excited to see what’s next at 637 Queen. Facebook tells me it’s something called BOTOX – New art, new music, new FACES every week. Ha! I like that.
Now uh, speaking of street art, Hanksy is back and tackling Ted “Dancin”, Bill Cosby and Ryan Gosling. McGosling!
Ready for some more Linkitty goodness? Dang skippty you is.
1. A Transformers Engagement Ring! How could anybody say no?
2. Animatronic cat ears are AMAZING and I want them. GIVE THEM TO ME.
3. A Herringbone Newsboy cap – for kitties. Yes.
4. New Skrillex Video = Pretty sick.
5. Old Nicki Minaj Video is pseudo-sick.
6. T.J. Miller by T.J. Miller = The sickest.
7. Carla Maga wrote about SMWTO for Torontoist and called me an 8-bit dreamer, which I adore
8. Andre Pejic lands his first beauty campaign
9. CRUTCH DANCING > OTHER TYPES OF DANCING (except for the one at the top of this post).
10. What she order, Poisson?
11. Last but not least, Jeff from Pleated-Jeans goes “pun hunting” at the grocery store and makes me fall even harder in love with him than I already am.