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I just got home from my wee holiday with the man...he is soooo lovely and everything was fun like whoa.
So, here's the story, for those of you who give a shit...Chanel copped out of our scheduled steamy makeout sesh on Wednesday night, so I left Gardimus to tend to his blue balls himself and went to Jeff's instead. Hung out, drank a few Bavaria and limes, smoked weed, played Scrabble, and got up early to get mah hair did.
Went to pick up the car...they came through and found us a '05 GT convertible (sick sauce!) in black...oooohweeeoooh! 'Course, being a convertible, it was a death cab for cute hair. I spent the next 5 hours in the scorching sun holding Jeff's hat on my head...something I thought would save my new bangs and flatironed gorgeousness from utter destruction...unfortunately, hat head turned out to be equally pooey...it was very sad and I don't want to talk about it. Also, in the process of holding said hat on, I got a sunburn outline of my Livestrong bracelet on my arm. So I have a racing stripe now. It's tres haute.
We stayed at the most fantabulous hotel ever on Thursday...see? Look. Two words: giant bathtub.
It was fuckin rad as hell. We went to some random Mexican restaurant because we thought it'd be funny...it was. Then we walked around Old Montreal and were architecture nerds for a while, holding sweaty hands. 'Twas nice. And we played many a game of Scrabble. It was prolly my best game day ever...lots and lots of triple word scores!
So Friday we checked into our shitty cheaper hotel...they did not have any mini bottles of conditioner, so I still have yet to wash my formerly lovely sleek hair. Also, no mini fridge...no coffee...no windows that opened (on a smoking floor!)...it was hella gay. Whatever. We walked like 8,000 miles around the city and sweated our bags off. Smoked a joint on the street and wandered down Crescent, but we were too fucked up to go to the Winnie or anywhere...so we just went back to the hotel and ate mini cheesecakes.
Saturday I went to Ogilvy to get my makeup done at MAC...there was a huge sidewalk sale on Ste-Catherine so like four million people watched me through the window transforming into a whore from the 20's. I had uber-red lipstick (aaaand what looks good on Gwen does not look good on this bear!), smoky navy liner, 2 coats of mascara, and frosted blue eyeshadow up to my eyebrows...it was fucked up, yo. Kids pointed and everything. I saw a guy walk past the window with his family and he did a double take and made a face like this.
I was sad when I looked in the mirror. I went back to the crap hotel and did some fixing, and then I was a bit less slutty (looking).
The wedding...was honestly...the cutest thing I've ever been to. This is a quote from Jessica's vows to Derek:
"I think you're cute. You're my best friend. So let's be the cutest, bestest friends forever. High five!"
Everyone was dressed SO hot...Jeff and I made friends with some cute lesbians from Toronto who happened to be our next door neighbours in the hotel. One of them, out of nowhere, randomly hoisted me onto her back and accidentally dropped me just as quickly, and my fishnets basically ripped right off. I was on my ass in the middle of the dance floor with people taking pictures. I laughed my tits off and so did everyone else.
Good times for all.
After, the lesbians came to our room to play. And by "play" I mean drink beer and hang out. The four of us are in love and we are going to hang out very soon. My woman, Jen, just got back from 3 months in South America the other night, and she will want to eat them. And by "eat", I mean just what you want it to mean.
So yeah, I decided I want a wedding someday that is equally crazy and original...Jess and her boy are honeymooning on a heart-shaped journey across North America...stopping in Vegas to get remarried by Elvis! CUTE! I love that chick.
**Edited to add pics!
You can check out my Montreal folder for more...or if you want ALL of the dirty deets, you can look at the full album online here, here (page 2), and here (page 3).
Later, sluts!
I just got home from my wee holiday with the man...he is soooo lovely and everything was fun like whoa.
So, here's the story, for those of you who give a shit...Chanel copped out of our scheduled steamy makeout sesh on Wednesday night, so I left Gardimus to tend to his blue balls himself and went to Jeff's instead. Hung out, drank a few Bavaria and limes, smoked weed, played Scrabble, and got up early to get mah hair did.
Went to pick up the car...they came through and found us a '05 GT convertible (sick sauce!) in black...oooohweeeoooh! 'Course, being a convertible, it was a death cab for cute hair. I spent the next 5 hours in the scorching sun holding Jeff's hat on my head...something I thought would save my new bangs and flatironed gorgeousness from utter destruction...unfortunately, hat head turned out to be equally pooey...it was very sad and I don't want to talk about it. Also, in the process of holding said hat on, I got a sunburn outline of my Livestrong bracelet on my arm. So I have a racing stripe now. It's tres haute.
We stayed at the most fantabulous hotel ever on Thursday...see? Look. Two words: giant bathtub.
It was fuckin rad as hell. We went to some random Mexican restaurant because we thought it'd be funny...it was. Then we walked around Old Montreal and were architecture nerds for a while, holding sweaty hands. 'Twas nice. And we played many a game of Scrabble. It was prolly my best game day ever...lots and lots of triple word scores!
So Friday we checked into our shitty cheaper hotel...they did not have any mini bottles of conditioner, so I still have yet to wash my formerly lovely sleek hair. Also, no mini fridge...no coffee...no windows that opened (on a smoking floor!)...it was hella gay. Whatever. We walked like 8,000 miles around the city and sweated our bags off. Smoked a joint on the street and wandered down Crescent, but we were too fucked up to go to the Winnie or anywhere...so we just went back to the hotel and ate mini cheesecakes.
Saturday I went to Ogilvy to get my makeup done at MAC...there was a huge sidewalk sale on Ste-Catherine so like four million people watched me through the window transforming into a whore from the 20's. I had uber-red lipstick (aaaand what looks good on Gwen does not look good on this bear!), smoky navy liner, 2 coats of mascara, and frosted blue eyeshadow up to my eyebrows...it was fucked up, yo. Kids pointed and everything. I saw a guy walk past the window with his family and he did a double take and made a face like this.
I was sad when I looked in the mirror. I went back to the crap hotel and did some fixing, and then I was a bit less slutty (looking).
The wedding...was honestly...the cutest thing I've ever been to. This is a quote from Jessica's vows to Derek:
"I think you're cute. You're my best friend. So let's be the cutest, bestest friends forever. High five!"
Everyone was dressed SO hot...Jeff and I made friends with some cute lesbians from Toronto who happened to be our next door neighbours in the hotel. One of them, out of nowhere, randomly hoisted me onto her back and accidentally dropped me just as quickly, and my fishnets basically ripped right off. I was on my ass in the middle of the dance floor with people taking pictures. I laughed my tits off and so did everyone else.
Good times for all.
After, the lesbians came to our room to play. And by "play" I mean drink beer and hang out. The four of us are in love and we are going to hang out very soon. My woman, Jen, just got back from 3 months in South America the other night, and she will want to eat them. And by "eat", I mean just what you want it to mean.
So yeah, I decided I want a wedding someday that is equally crazy and original...Jess and her boy are honeymooning on a heart-shaped journey across North America...stopping in Vegas to get remarried by Elvis! CUTE! I love that chick.
**Edited to add pics!
You can check out my Montreal folder for more...or if you want ALL of the dirty deets, you can look at the full album online here, here (page 2), and here (page 3).
Later, sluts!
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gardimus:
Jerk, whats happening tonight? Want to get some drinky drinks with Becci and me? Perhaps give C-stoph a shout.
fifty50:
oh yeah, i don't know when i'mm gonna see you next unless i fly to canada for a week some time this summer, which i would like, but phil and megan are coming here in about a month so i should be here for that. Other than that maybe i can come in september or something but since you aren't coming to Thailand with us and i don't know if you're coming to germany in the first half of august then i don't know when we're gonna see each other.