Monday, November 26, 2007

WE GOT ROOM KEYS.

WHAT'S UP TEAM.

The month from hell is coming to a close.

I hereby propose a toast to my boys Nathaniel Heaney, Ted Mirsky aka Todd Marsky and my girl Hillary Dort, the coolest hot new 23 year olds of the week by far.























I was fortunate enough to ring in the new year with Ted this weekend in Toronto and I look forward to our young adult book club meetings coming up in December, almost as much as I look forward to the journey that is young adulthood.
















Some may say I ate too many of Ted's peanut-free lemon rasperry cupcakes on Saturday but those fuckers can go jump in the pool because I hadn't had dinners yet and I didn't want to get TOO SILLY from ALL THE WINE AND SPIRITS on an EMPTY STOMACH.

Here's a lone girly cupcake for Hillary because today is HER ACTUAL BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HILLARY!






















Hillary is FROM Halifax and my sister Hilary LIVES in Halifax. It's like they traded places. Cool. I met Hillary in the spring on a night when we were both more enamoured with silly boys than with one another. At least we didn't pay for anything that night but boy are boys silly. Rumour has it I met her a month or so earlier but as far as I'm concerned, Plastic Little was the night Lindsay Lohan took over my body and anything that happened that night is as good as month-old Us Weekly (read: completely irrelevant in the grand scheme of things). As far as I'm concerned, life is much more fun these days in the age of exploring feminine wiles over fancy chocolates and espresso. GOD WE ARE A CLASSY BUNCH.

















Here are some imaginary chocolates for Hillary Dort.

















It was a joy to see my old friends I never see when I was in Toronto. I had a lovely brie and avocado and tomato sandwich on Sunday afternoon with my girl Mansa and we talked about our lives, loves, hopes, fears and dreams and that's always fun. Mansa is fed up with law school applications and give her a Christmas bonus too or you might as well "STEP!"

















PICK MANSA! And there in the background is my special friend Devin Atherton, with whom I spent a lovely 3 days last week beginning with his arrival just in time for waffles, latkes and new slang Scrabble on Sunday afternoon. Ben Verdicchio and Devin made up some really great new words. But that was LAST WEEK'S NEWS and if you weren't there, well then you'll be speaking THE KING'S ENGLISH and everyone will be bored to death.

Anyway, THIS PAST Saturday night after Ted's birthday celebration, I met up with my girl PJ and her boy/my boy (but not like how he is her boy) Tom and it was a Christmas party.






















PJ had a very shiny nose. It was apparently sponsored by Red Bull although I never saw any but I found this really fun Christmas vest from REGAL and I put it on over my houndstooth coat when the cops came and it looked TERRIBLE/TOTALLY TOTALLY AWESOME and I also defaced the walls for some SUPER DINOSAUR PARAPHERNALIA and I got some dirty looks as I took it but I didn't care because I have not been studying prehistoric lizard remains with such fervour all these years to give a flying fuck about your diry looks...BIATCH.

Doesn't this guy look like such a nice guy?






















I think he definitely looks like a really nice guy.

Word on the street tells me Mardi McFly is coming to a close this Tuesday at Korova and soon Nick/Mike will join forces with Paul/Adam on Mondays at Blizzarts and I don't know what they're going to do with a name like Mardi McFly but I suggest they copyright it and put it in the archives as it might be worth something someday. Someday that is not a Monday (Lundi en FRANCAIS, les gars!).

So Tuesday kids...it's the end of an era. I haven't been in awhile as I've been spending a lot of time with this doll I ordered over the internet that satisfies me in all kinds of ways real live boys never really do...but tommorow I will make an exception.

Tonight is M.I.A. and I'm not going because I GOTS A PAPES TO WRITE but maybe I will go to Blizzarts later because if you're not going to bed at midnight, you should probably go peep Paul and Adam's shit because it's more often than not BANGIN, TOTALLY BANGIN.






















M.I.A. AFTER-JAMAZOID! You should go (to Blizzarts).

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