August, 2007

  1. Gracias Por la Musica

    August 20, 2007 by admin

    Pre blog-post trivia question! The title of this post is also the title of an album by a Very Important Band. If you can identify the band you win . . . something! Like, limited notoriety, maybe. That’s probably about the best I can pull off tonight, considering it is officially my first alcohol-free day since since about August 6th and my body is a vessel of strange and unpleasant sensations. However! It has been a wonderful couple of drunken weeks, which provides me with a segue to the real purpose of this post which is to offer thanks to the following:

    1. Tanya – for being the only person to join me for the entire triple-header going away party.

    2. Marvelous friends who came from far and wide to eat boozemelon and cupcakes in my backyard or to dance the night away or to have a sleepover or to go out for coffee or do other very important things with me before I move!

    3. Marvelous friends who came better-late-than-never with super amazing mix-CD-going-away-presents with that most important of dancing songs on them, Danger! High Voltage!

    4. Spinsterhood! The triumvirate reuninted once more, with devastatingly fabulous results.

    5. A certain hippopotamus statuette, placed strategically on the mantelpiece.

    6. Tab Energy Drink, official sponsor of Going Out Dancing.

    7. Not having to live in the Horrible Apartment of Mice, Ex-Boyfriends and General Unpleasantness ever again.

    8. Summerfolk, for being generally wonderful.

    9. Leith and Kate, for silliness in general, for inventing the No Virgins Allowed table, and for singing along with the David Duchovny song.

    10. Food vendors at Summerfolk for saying things to simultaneously flatter me and totally creep me out – I am thinking specifically of you, creepy old cappuccino man (“Why do you want sugar in your americano? You’re already too sweet”) and you, creepy sixteen-years-old-if-a-day samosa boy (“Would you like some hot sauce with that, dahling?”)

    11. My parents, for having a very large basement in which my worldly possessions currently reside. And for getting me a new laptop of ludicrously shiny proportions. (With a fingerprint scanner! I love uselessness.) And for reminding me that going to UCLA is a really good idea and that it will be amazing even though I’m kind of afraid right now. And for the upcoming tea and cookies/homemade pizza and beer going away party that they are throwing for me on Wednesday.

    12. Barbarella. We should always be thankful for Barbarella. I’m serious. Really serious. Think of a world without Barbarella – didn’t that hurt on the inside? Maybe make you want to barf a little? I know it hurt me. Other things that hurt me include the fact that the hypothetical “remake” of the movie that they’ve been talking about for years might now star Sienna Miller. Yuck, yuck, yuck. I would like to point out that in the 1990s, there was talk of Sherilyn Fenn playing Barbarella. Yeah. I know, I know – that would have been the most important movie ever made. Ever. It breaks my heart.

    Alright! I am now going to go alphabetize my CD collection while watching season three of Deadwood. Cowboys!

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  2. Conversations I am looking forward to having tomorrow when my mom comes to help me pack up my apartment:

    August 4, 2007 by admin

    “It’s a really high quality feather boa, mom. That’s about $50 worth of purple turkey feather, right there. I really can’t sell it in the yard sale because it’s something important to have because you really never know when you’ll need it. Yes, I have had occasions when I’ve just needed it for various important reasons. Um, no, I’m not bringing it to California, if I pack it in a suitcase the feathers will get crushed. Although . . . maybe I’ll just be ultra-amazing and wear it for the flight.”

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  3. Sigh.

    August 1, 2007 by admin

    So, basically, the way life works is that everything is great while one is at a folk festival and then everything kind of disintegrates once one has gone home.

    Hillside was pretty much great for the following reasons:

    1. Really marvelous music. I highly reccomend all of these bands and these guys.

    2. Really marvelous people.

    3. Pretty great food (except for that terrifyingly bad gazpacho that I accidentally stole).

    4. Tanya and I getting tattooed (well, hennaed) with matching Elvises because we just decided, before even seeing or hearing him, that Elvis Perkins was going to be great (how can you argue with that parentage?) and we were going to be his number one fans. And we were. We even led a troupe of dancing ladies in his honour. Also, his supreme awesomeness has been confirmed by the fact that today, when he was interviewed on CBC he basically said to Jian Ghomeshi “you like hearing the sound of your own voice, don’t you?” but in an incredibly non-chalant manner that is strictly the domain of the beautifully insane.

    5. Starting the day with an energy drink/vodka buzz. No, wait, that was actually a terrible idea.

    6. Very important (but kind of obvious) information courtesy of the orgasm workshop, something that should have been attended by all boys who ever plan to sleep with girls.

    7. Shout Out Out Out Out hosting a rave in a tent, making us feel very electrical indeed.

    8. The usual suspects saying perplexing things. “Are the skunk’s friends skunks, too?”

    9. On the whole, just not worrying about pressing issues like how I’m moving agonizingly far away and instead just sitting around in the sun eating ice cream.

    Since Hillside, however, things have gotten tragic.

    Last night was my last Taco Tuesday, which, in and of itself was really wonderful because Amy came all the way from Hamilton to taco with me and a super-fabulous time was had by all, but now I’m irrationally afraid that I will never get to have another taco ever again. This is, of course, ridiculous, because I am moving to a place that is kind of close to, oh, I don’t know, Mexico, maybe, and possibly this means that I will in fact be able to find tacos (maybe even good tacos) once I’m there. I will not, however, be able to find large T Tacos, four for two dollars, served in a very surly manner, with a side of overpriced guacamole and some priceless company, at Ethel’s, where the margaritas are shaken, not blended, and burn all the way down. In addition, the following things have combined to make today into a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (but were mediated considerably by a pretty funny picnic in the park with Tanya and some tenacious waterfowl):

    1. Being up until four last night because of not being able to sleep for no reason.

    2. When I did fall alseep, having a terrible dream about zombies. Like, the scary kind, not the campy kind.

    3. This afternoon’s shouting match with a certain ex-boyfriend/ex-housemate.

    4. The increasingly plugged status of the kitchen sink.

    5. Finding the blog of a certain questionable individual with whom I may or may not have gone on a painfully unsuccesful date with last summer (because I am a glutton for punishment and apparently decided that I wasn’t miserable enough and should google his name – on the bright side, he appears to be stuck in Asia with no sense of direction).

    So, basically, let’s just have music festivals instead of real lives. Please.

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