Posts tagged weekend
Gather round, my noodly goons – it’s time for us to share some tunes!
Click here to make sense of that rhyme then GET BACK, YOU! It’s story time…
I don’t know where that came from, sorry. It’s TUESday BLUESday and I’m feeling LEUpay. And also like this:
Frig… enough with the rhymes – my gears they grind. (THAT ONE WASN’T EVEN GRAMMATICALLY CONSISTENT! *refrains from trying to ork the word “persistent” into a sentence* *writes a coherent line of poetry that ends in the word “persistent” and then deletes it because this is getting quite weird*)
I was going to post a bunch of photos from my weekend yesterday but I ended up falling in love with something else and photoshopping random objects into my hands instead. Look! Slacktory wrote about the fact that I created something based on THEIR creation. So exciting!
Now about this weekend…
I love a me a hot Saturday in the city, especially when I’ve got nothing to do but enjoy it on my own clock.
It’s rare that I don’t have to work AT ALL during a weekend, and normally when faced with such fabulous circumstances I gets the heck out of Dodge-ronto. This weekend though, I decided to stay – and I’m glad. It was good.
Friday night, I worked late but ate some watermelon sorbet in a waffle cone for dinner so… that was okay.
On Saturday, I did my gym thang in the morning and then spent most of the afternoon walking around Queen West, just shopping the shops and peeping the peeps.
Trinity Bellwoods was bumping with people and pets (typical for this park on a sunny Saturday).
“Paws Park Life” was an adorable fundraiser, but an important one too. You can learn more about what the hip, sexy animal lovers at Paws for the Cause do here – and check out the Drool Hunter’s blog for more adorable doggie wash photos.
By the time I hit the washing grounds myself, it was later in the day and most of the terrier traffic had tapered off. I did manage to snap a few big boys getting fresh though:
This little honey heart made my day!
After departing doggy dream-land (and any hope of keeping my suede boots dry) I walked around taking more photos of park people since the camera was already around my neck. Why not?
Some slackliners caught my eye so I stopped to watch.
Brown-pants girl: “Wanna try?”
Me: “Um, CHYEAH!”
I sucked and ended up doing cartwheels and handstands instead. They were impressed by my INCREDIBLE FLEXIBILITY AND BALANCE. My lack of strength would probably have disgusted them if they were they type to be disgusted.
This man was like, 60. He started doing some crazy stuff on a bench nearby and we all skipped over to watch. The cool hippies used their awesome upper body strength to float on the bench too while I continued to do handstands in the grass like “tra la la la la…”
I like my new friends and hope that I’ll see them again in the park. Maybe next time I will be able to remember their names and stay on the slack line for more than 4 seconds at a time. I dumped a whole whack of park and dog photos in a Flickr Gallery here if you’re interested.
Saturday night held killer Rooftop Luau party at a condo building downtown. Lots of young urban professionals. I’d identify as one too since I’m young, urban and professional but duuuude, I spent my day doing handstands in the park with people who don’t shave. I’m not a yuppie.
This is the fourth such party I’ve been to in the span of two weeks and I must say, I’ve got a bit of the condo fever. I live in an apartment above a flower shop right now and it’s great – huge, relatively quiet, perfect location – but I can’t have huge parties on my roof like this…
Somebody was giving out leis with condoms attached, ’cause if you’re gunna get leid you’d better do if safely! Hehehe. Christine wrote more about that party here. I love the way she writes.
Sunday was a “catching up day” (busy week, late Saturday night, mountain of laundry watching me sleep… shick had to be done).
I went for a run in the park near my house in the evening. It was not lovely. You can read why here.
Bonjeezy ma bleezys!
This weekend was 5 minutes long, yes? That’s the only possible explanation for how quickly Sunday night popped up on my schedule.
For a five-minute-long weekend, I’m quite proud of how much I’ve been able to accomplish.
Friday night, I hung out with Seany and finished up this week’s blog post for CosmoTV: The Steezy Girl’s Guide to Snowboarder Guys.
Leave me a comment to let me know what you think about boys who ride (and the girls who flock to them) if you’re so inclined!
Coincidentally, I woke up early Saturday moning to shred a little bit me’self. I was exhausted and didn’t feel all that great but we’ve got to take advantage of the snow while we still have it, riiiight?
Gahd dang that’s a pretty little horsey.
I really miss having a hill nearby. The closest place to go around here (to the best of my knowledge) is Mount St. Louis Moonstone and it’s like… meh. No smaller than Holly, but it seems to be filthy and overrun with kids every time I go.
After a lengthy apres-sno disco nap, I took off to Hamilton for an old friend’s birthday party wearing a golden tie.
It was nice to meet some new people and catch up with my highschool homies. The club we went to was fun (albeit rife with grabby guys), but I underestimated the distance between downtown Toronto and downtown Hamilton a LOT. I didn’t make it back home in time for the DJ set I’d planned to hit so I was like “FUUUUUU!”, but it was a solid night, either way.
This morning, I rolled around the village running errands with my stunna shades on like I was a bad, bad bitch.
I totally forgot that you can wear shades in the winter time when it’s sunny!
Mark my words, people – I will NEVER tire of over-sized shades. NEVER EVER EVER. Bug heads ftw!
I made a friend while I was hauling groceries. I dropped everything I was holding onto the slushy ground to take this picture and give Suzy Q’s owner some change. This photo cost me 75 cents and a soggy box of All Bran:
Later, I covered the No Pant Subway Ride in Toronto for work (More on THAT adventure later), hit the gym (you know how I do) and got to computing.
The plan was to announce the new web-video series I am launching, but I decided against saying anything until the first episode is ready and rambled on about absolutely nothing for ten minutes instead.
It actually reminded me of Home Movies quite a bit – and that’s a very good thing.
Will Bob’s Burgers be able to hold it’s own in whilst wedged between the Simpsons and Family Guy? Only time will tell, I guess.
Right now, I’m updating my portfolio a little bit. Finally got everything from TIFF in but I haven’t even touched Fashion week or any of the Fall/Winter events yet. Blargh. That can be this week’s project.
Next week, the FAQ section and “about me” update will be done. Looonnnnng overdue!
I’m rambling again. Time for bed.
LOVE LAUREN. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
Gooood Sunday morning to ya!
I’ve got about 45 minutes to kill before I rush off to dance and instead of cleaning my bathroom, as I had originally planned to do last night when I was lying in bed mapping out my SUPERSONICSUNDAY, I’ve decided to write.
Maintaining a clean bathroom wasn’t one of my new year’s resolutions, but writing in my blog more often (blogging, if you will) was. So really, I’m not procrastinating – and I’ve got the mathematical evidence to prove it. To simplify, let’s just say that
Scrubbing Shower < cruising the web for funny pictures to repost blogging.
Too offensive? Sorry. No… wait – I’m not sorry at all.
Anyways, it’s not like my bathroom is THAT dirty – save for the pile of bathbombs and bubble bars lying around the jacuzzi (yeah that’s right, I’m ballllin’). I uh… went a little nuts at Lush the other day. Suffice to say, I’ll be well stocked for a while.
Don’t you just loooove weekends? I kind of forgot how awesome it is to spend two days relaxing, catching up, getting things done, painting my fingernails, long yoga classes, trying on clothes at the mall… staying up late to watch SNL and waking up early to watch Hannah Montana and That’s So Raven. You see, for the majority of my undergrad years I spent every Friday and Saturday night (sometimes Thursdays and Sundays too) behind a bar slingin’ drinks.
In a lot of ways, I really miss bartending. The fun scene, the cool people I got to meet, the sick jams, the joys of flairing and mixology… mo$t of all, I mi$$ being able to $hop at my favourite $tores and go on $nowboarding excur$ion$ out we$t…. being a poor grad $tudent flat out $UCK$.
But on the up side, I have my weekends back! I can finally relate to the cultural phenomena that is “T.G.I.F.” – like, the cheesy motivational office poster version, not the classic belated Friday night time block of PURE HILARITY on ABC during the 90s.
Remember? It was Friday night and the mood was right…
I encourage you to take a brief moment of silence wherever you are to honour the best Friday night line up that ever did exist. I’m talking Family Matters, Full House, Step by Step, Boy Meets World… I don’t remember when Home Improvement came into the mix – but it’s also an excellent show.
I remember jumping up and down on my mom and dad’s bed one morning when I was five screaming “HOW MANY DAYS UNTIL FULL HOUSE?”. You’d best believe that Friday night meant lots of popcorn and sweet sweet Stamos dreams for little Lauren…
Here’s a tip for the guys out there looking to pick up just about any chick who grew up during the 90s: Be more like Uncle Jesse (sans the righteous mullet. Very few can rock it like Stamos did).
And SPEAKING of television shows, tonight is MAJOR. It’s the 450th episode of the greatest show of all time.
That’s right, The Simpsons celebrates its 20th season tonight at 8 p.m. EST on FOX with “Once Upon a Time in Springfield”, which will be followed by “The Simpsons 20th Anniversary Special in 3-D on Ice” – an hour long documentary by Mr. Super Size Me himself, Morgan Spurlock.
I’m beyond excited for this. For as long as I can remember – sheeet, I suppose since I was about 6 – I’ve been watching the Simpsons every Sunday night, save for the odd time I’ve had to “tape” it due to prior commitments.
I’m not going to call myself the HUGEST Simpsons fan in the universe, since I’ve yet to tattoo my entire body or write a book, but I do own five (Simpson books – not tattoos) and I’ve seen every single episode in existence (Yes, all 449 – I’m not exaggerating), many of them 10+ times. I CHALLENGE you to take me on in Simpsons trivia. Your funeral, budday! Like Bart and Lisa, I consider the television to be my third parent
Anyways, I’m just thrilled that Groening’s managed to crank out TWENTY seasons. That’s amazing. I’ll admit that some aren’t as good as others… (Seasons 3-8 for life!), but the show manages to be smart, clever and funny. Last season was meh… but I’m really liking season 20 so far. I’ll most definitely be watching episode 450 tonight… Will YOU?
Time to go dancedancedance!