Posts tagged weekend wrap
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.
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!
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!
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.”
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.
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.
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…
What is UP velociRADsters?
I drove a Kraft Dinner coloured monster truck from Liberty Village to Hollywood today, all by myself save for Tickory and Oatmeal. The idea was to land myself a bartending gig and go on auditions all day until I “made it”… as lord knows what. A comedian? A singer?
I can’t rightly remember if I did land that job or even if I found a bench to live under because everything turned into spiders and then I woke up.
In actual fact, I slept until 4:30 p.m. today after going to sleep around midnight the evening before. 16 HOURS OF SLEEP. Can you beleedat?
I should check into the hospital for exhaustion with Demi Moore and Lindsay Lohan. It seems to be the LA way, after all. I’ll need to develop a drug addiction first, but I don’t predict that should be too hard given the addictive nature of most illegal substances…
Here’s what went down the rest of the weekend:
I came at Friday night like a bat out of H-E-Double Hockey Sticks, just raring to rage. I had a long, stressful week and needed to blow off some steam / escape reality.
We had a few friends over before heading out and I made them DailyBooth with me because I figured I would look like a pimp surrounded by boys. And that I did:
Sam’s shirt is blogworthy. I’ve got a similar one at home (+ NKOTB bedsheets, pillows, a sleeping bag, dolls, lunchbox, etc.)
We went out to watch Ross spin at Supermarket (which us not actually a supermarket) and then skipped over to the Underground afterwards – but not before flitting around College and King West a bit. Morgan and I found a cat in some alley and played with her while the group ran ahead. She was very affectionate and very very cute.
Post boogie, we came back here and played lots and lots of dance central 2 on the Kinect. One person FRIGGING DOMINATED over everybody else with her mad video dancing skills, but I’m not going to say who because that would be bragging.
Saturday I wrote (work stuff. again.), had coffee with one very smart friend, gymmed and then went shoppppping:
I very much wanted to purchase the Cooperative Intarsia raccoon sweater from Urban Outfitters (seen here on Lights) but I’m on an agressive saving spree so I took a few pictures and felt sorry for myself instead.
Same goes for the 99$ deer sweater. Warm. Cozy. Cute.
If I had bought anything, it probably would have been this electric lime Staring at Stars cable tunic. I’m loving all things Day-glo right now and think this would be a surprisingly versatile addition to my wardrobe.
I thought it looked stupid with that skirt in the changeroom, but now I rather like it. *le sigh*… the sacrifices we make to pursue our dreams.
Do you think if I dedicated my entire blog to clothes and style that I’ll start getting FREE CLOTHES like Chiara and all of the real big fashion bloggers? Probably not. Maybe I’ll continue to try on and take changeroom photos of things I like but can’t buy for a little while. That would, at the very least, make for a fun Tumblr.
Yeah, those pants are gross.
Anyhoo, I’m going to go put this song on repeat and cry for a little while now ’cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark and such.
Perhaps I need that neon sweater more than I think I do.
Change is imminent. So many big, big changes on the way. I’m terrified, guys… but fear is a good thing, I’m told. I’d rather be frightened than bored or in pain.