Cool/cute text to landline of the day from my homegirl Anaise who is hip to the fact that a robot delivers that noise.
"YO YO YO YO YO THIS IS THE DIGITAL VERSION OF YOUR BUDDY ANAISE WANT TO HANG LATER CALL ME BEAUTIFUL"
It was funny because it sounded like she wanted me to call her beautiful in the way that some people say CALL ME DADDY. But really, I just think she thinks I'm pretty...
She's totally pretty but the truth is I only really like her for her tambourine...
("NAW, NAW, JUSS PLAY'N")
And here we have Kweku on the left and Captain Jazzhands in the middle and Joseph on the right.
These kids is my Uplift Choir peeps.
REEEEEEE-SPEK.
[These pics is from Bluesfest a few weeks ago.]
Oh my! Anaise is here! Kweku is coming!
Sangriaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!
And also! My long lost friend Emma from New Zealand is coming to hang/slumber party later! I have not seen her in three years! COOL!
And also! Me and Mike Chui and Hilary finally found an apartment today! It's on Parc at St. Bernard and I'm really happy about it. It has a cheerful lime green bathroom with a skylight and a sweet little backyard in which I will drink coffee in my underwear and other secret stuff, maybe drop some cartwheels, who knows.
Aujourd'hui j'ai an appointment with a CAREER COUNSELOUR...
The best is how I just looked up the words to that Pussycat Dolls song WHEN I GROW UP only to find that what I always heard as "I wanna have boobies" is "I wanna have groupies"?? Really?? Any takers??
P.S. Osheaga was superfun! Sabotage was "rad"! So they say! COOL!
In case you didn't know, if you decide to rock out naked in your bathroom with an empty bottle of Coors Light as a substitute hairbrush (meaning a pretend microphone) you WILL inevitably be distracted by the size of your pores and a zit you didn't even know was there and you will half get on the counter to get a better look, promptly elbowing your mic to the ground equaling broken glass everywhere including the hallway.
All things said and done, I just got one of the coolest text to landline messages from my friend Howie...
"LISTEN ALL Y'ALL IT'S A NICOLA!"
This is a play on Beastie Boys because tonight I am performing Sabotage at Osheaga with Hollerado and Howie thinks that's exciting. So do I!
I think I am going to wear my black taffeta prom dress of the ruffly tube variety and my Arizona Iced Tea boots...
I am really excited to rock out with the choir because we had SO MUCH FUN last time. Yup yup yup, tell your baby mama's mamas...the show is at 10:15 ce soir.
Howie says that he would come but he is en route to Ottawa to play at Ska Fest Oh Nine. His band Stepper has a show at Maverick's tonight, actually they have two shows, one at 8 and one at 11. I was telling him how my cousin Peter's band is playing in the festival as well and when I told him the name of the band Howie was all "No way! We've totally played with them before!"
Small world dot see eh, eh?? Also, when Howie was on tour this past month, he passed Hollerado on the highway! They have a very distinctively decorated van. Howie's band's van broke down three days into their month long tour. Talk about a bummer! They soldiered on and rented one and since all the innards of the van were effed the fuck out, they sold the van for what it was worth in the bummered condition it was in and I do believe he said it came out to 30 dollars cash! Lame lame lame.
Anyway, my cousin Peter's band is Tea for the Voyage and they play at the Rainbow Bistro on Murray tomorrow... hmmmmm...afternoon and evening??
Anyway, la la la la la, I'm nervous but excited, have a lovely day.
P.S. Oh my gosh, the funniest thing was when I was working Friday at 10 pm and I went to la Boite Karaoke all by myself at like 9:46 and did Sabotage and then walked right off stage and out the door. The idea was that I wanted to practice but didn't really care to hear any whatthefucks, I just wanted to cruise in and cruise out and that's just what I did, PEACE.
First words of the day from a strange man in my living room=
"Meanwhile, shotgunned 12 beers each last night, so if I'm looking a little fat in the mid-section, you know why..."
My house is filled with other people's boyfriends! And their 6'5 friends who run 10k a day! Totally out of my league though, right?
That said, I've been doing 5k not everyday but sometimes with Denise in the past few weeks and on Thursday we cut down our time by 3 minutes! I'm pretty sure we took a shortcut though because she's like this giggly love machine since her steady cruised into town Wednesday night from Oklahoma City bearing gifts of Swedish Berries and googly-eyed meals on the town. Oh, the magic of long-distance relationship run-ins...n'est-ce pas?
But anyway, it's fun to see Old Spice in the bathroom, deoderant AND the body wash.
And to judge these boys for going to an all-you-can-eat buffet at a strip club for lunch.
Shotgun just not that into it, it's all yours and it smells like Old Spice. But thanks for sharing your whisky and giving me your Crown Royal marble bag, it was a nice touch.
Just got back from a fantastic scary movie I saw with my long-lost friend from high school Evan Miller.
I'm definitely a gasper and a screamer when it comes to scary movies, a coverer of eyes and ears, a hugger of her own knees and a terrified grabber of neighbours' thighs. This was no exception.
I ran into Evan in the early evening at the bookstore where I was buying a pretty notebook and a Dennis Lee book of poetry called SO COOL (about the trials and tribulations of being a teen). Evan was on his way to catch a flick at Fantasia and invited me to join his alone self for the it starts in fifteen minutes show at Concordia. So onward we went and HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS, it was the scariest thing ever and in this totally terrifying slow way that is not what I've experienced in most of my (admittedly limited) scary movie watching career. Isn't there usually a bloody murder within the first seven and a half minutes?? This was so scary even before anything gruesome happened, and nothing gruesome happened for quite a while. And then when it did, OH MY GOD. Here's the trailer.
It was a perfect end to an awesome weekend. We talked about what's the deal with fixed gear bikes sans breaks (the deal equals no deal kids, they're silly), how we're going to make it happen as writers (top secret, y'all), this long-forgotten cult that was all the rage in the spring of grade 10 (thanks to me and Katie and some ballpoint pens and pentagrams), and how music is fun and Evan will be rocking out on Thursday and I will be rocking out on Friday with Hollerado and the Uplift Choir that is seriously so much fun so far you guys, seriously. Evan told me he's been in this band Whiskey Trench since May and I was like no way, I used to make out with the drummer years ago, how crazy is that. Not as crazy as some other way fun coincidences that have thankfully plagued me as of late.
[IN RELATION NOTE: Their show is on Thursday at Escogriffe.]
More on that later?? For now I leave you with the poor man's Brooke Shields.
Nice try, Michelle Johnson.
Michelle Johnson, you''ll never Suddenly Susan in this town again/ever, Michelle Johnson.
My sister opened my eyes to this wonder yesterday.
It made me feel good, you know?? I think we should all file it in the wait I'm sure there's something in here that could make me feel better file. High fives all around, thanks Hilary.
Also, this has been me since Sunday.
Today my friend Tuan Dinh is going to fix me up a little bit so I look like less of person missing one of her key front teeth in its entirety.
Funny thing is I think I look sort of pretty, maybe I miss this little space I used to have between my teeth before they got knocked the fuck over and out.
So I'm like, cool, a big space!
Yesterday, cinq a septing it with Nick and my new galpal Anaise (A-NA-EESE), I got this apricot beer with a lemon in it and they were like spit the seed out of your hole and I was like you asked for it, and Nick was like, when my teeth were fucked I would stuck a cigarette in the space and smoke it and I was like no thanks, but that is sort of funny.
Yesterday, in betwixt sept and my cross-town mission to track down Blame It On Rio, I came home to a frantic Denise with worried hands and eyes and face, saying "Something terrible happened. I'm so sorry to have to tell you this." Naturally, I think that someone I care about is seriously hurt or dead. Hilary is the same way. She was telling me how last week this Olymic gold medalist we know showed up at our front door in Ottawa, with "some really bad news".
Hilary was mad at him when he revealed that his knee injury or something was being a biatch and that his faraway doctor was like go see a doctor where you are to see if it's infected or whatever, and my parents are doctors. Yes, keeping in tip-top shape is his livelihood or whatever but still. He'll be fine but my Expos whisky glass will not be. That was the terrible thing that happened. Denise broke what she knew was my favourite glass. I was practically overjoyed at this news and laughed in her face and told her really, don't worry about it.
Apparently Shonen Knife are touring North America in a hot minute, which means that maybe I can see them in New York City in either October or November because maybe that would be fun.
Yesterday I saw one of my very talented Second Cup foam art boys on the street promoting his comedic endeavours. I don't know how funny they are but his gang has a show at Just For Laughs until the 26th and maybe we should all go and look at their website and judge whether or not it might maybe be a funny outing.
Turns out the web site is basically the same as the flyer but with a colour photo. So now I know the colour of their clothes. I don't have to guess anymore! Cool to know guys, but maybe one of you should wear red next time or something. The plaid couch is a nice touch though, see you there.
Lately when cruising on my loaned from Liane cycle I have crowned Sister Nancy, I find myself asking myself "On a scale of one to ten, how excited are you for your Golden Grahams??"
By lately I mean since yesterday but wow, am I ever excited.
I went to buy an avocado yesterday and came out with no avocado but I did ball out with Corn Pops and Golden Grahams. I haven't bought let alone eaten Corn Pops in about two years I'd say and I have never bought Golden Grahams, I'm not even sure why I decided I maybe liked them but wow, was I ever right.
Corn Pops are still super good though. I thought I'd ease into it yesterday, getting two mugs and filling each with their own special cereal, so as to not confuse the milk with this momentous romantic encounter. Turns out they get along great so since then I've been into putting them in the same bowl, maybe even giving them a little flirtatious toss, who knows.
Nick Paget and I are going museuming this aft and then lots of fun stuff will happen when JP gets home from work, I'm sure. Like they will play Nazi Zombies and I will paint my nails and every now and then we'll remember how cute Demi Moore's rack was pre-implants...
...and JP will come up with rude but fitting nicknames for Rumer Willis.
So see Blame It On Rio, that's what I bet we're doing later because JP won't stop talking about it.
Do you think that the other girl is maybe the worst actress of all time??
Can't wait.
Too bad she showed her booms in her first flick or she might have had a really successful career, you know, like Pheobe Cates.
By now we've all forgotten what Pheebz looks like minus the red bikini top, I'm sure.
