Instead of calling some sketchy dude who charges too much for molson canadian cans... you call up your local pizza guy, order a pizza and whatever beer or wine you want and they deliver it to you!
true story, happened to a friend of a friend of mine erm, i mean me.
xo
M
Time-wise i mean.... but i didn't realize how far ahead till this past Monday. Apparently monday here is toronto's Thursday for the university crowd.
I'm presently staying in a house that has four girls who pay rent, the guy who doesn't pay rent but does household chores and fixes stuff and stays AT the week-ends (pronounced week-end, two seperate words), my boyfriend and i, another couple (also homeless and unemployed like us), a big dog, and tiny little cat who reminds me of my soda... so that's 9 people and 2 animals, one shower and one toilet - in different rooms.
on monday night there was double that in the house and no toilet roll (british for toilet paper). what was the occasion you ask? nothing, it was just a monday night. everyone got dolled up and pre-drank till about 10:30 when we stumbled to the local for a drink - because you have to be in the bar by 11 PM!! so we had one in there and then stumbled into town to a place called Bacchus. First off, i was put off by the big bouncers, then, THEN i got ID'd - drinking age is 18 here!!! c'mon folks, do i look that young??? before you get to the door it reaks of public washroom stank, and at the bottom of the rickety stairs there's a girl charging cover!! on a monday night??? dude. the cover was only 3 pounds which is close to $6 CDN. Good thing the music was good and i had enough cheap booze to drink earlier! There was dancing and spilled beer galore! Lots of creepy boys hitting on anything with boobs, you know a thursday on King St.
The boy and i had the good sense to leave early - around 1 AM. the others... didn't have that good sense and didn't manage to get to bed till after 6 am!!
the next morning was quite amusing.... the employed girl in the house was already 2 hours late for work... and couldn't even climb the stairs to brush her teeth.
so if this sounds like your thursday night.... in the UK that's monday!
happy drinking y'all.
M
Hmmm…where do I even begin?...
Perhaps at the very beginning?...
It was a cooooold and snowy January 31st, 2004 to be precise (hello, the night of Justin Timberlake’s birthday..how could I ever forget that?!) and it had totally seemed like a purse emporium of musical caliber had just exploded onto Queen Street.
Danny Michel was just coming off his 4th sold out night at the Rivoli, and since Kelly and I couldn’t get tickets, we decided to check out a little known band open up for The Trews at the Legendary Horseshoe Tavern. After being completely blown away by the head-banded lead singer, that night had sealed the deal; Bedouin Soundclash had just made our list of band we’d always love.
That night after the show, as we walked out of the Shoe - onto what I can only imagine New Orleans looks like during Mardi Gras… except with layers upon layers of clothing and without the beads - while waiting to hail one seemingly imaginary cab, we stumbled upon a bunch of charming boys waiting to do the exact same.
After some quick introductions and some hilarious chit-chats, one of the dudes informed us he was in a band, proceeded to the NOW magazine box, turned to insert page number here and showed us an article with the following photo:
We promised to check out an upcoming show, which happened to be the start of their El Mocambo residency and from the first show on, we were completely hooked! The Parkas kicked bum! And each and every time they’d do a Toronto show, we’d always try to go out and support.
Which is why their final performance this past weekend, almost five and a half years after we first saw them perform, was a totally nostalgic walk down memory lane.
The boys (consisting of Mike Brown on vocals and guitar, Greg Rhyno on drums, Mark Rhyno on bass and keyboards and Paul Thompson on guitar) ripped through a pure awesome set that lasted two hours and made you wishing it would just keep going on!
And that’s not to see they were flawless; from a broken guitar string to some PA issues, it just kept the show real, yo, and gave way for Mark Rhyno (funniest person in the history of life) to come up with some freakin’ hilarious banter!
Some highlights (other then the whole freakin’ show) included the boys’ performance of “Don’t Say No”, featured on their upcoming album You Should Have Killed Us When You Had the Chance,“ Put Your Head In The Lion's Mouth "Margaret Atwood” (even though the author freaks the heck out of me and anybody ever notice the temperatures drop to below zero when you’re in the room with her?...just me?) “Darling the WOOOOOOOOLVES” off of the Scars to Prove It EP and of course, of course, since I saved the best for last, the last two performances of two of the most awesome songs ever written (like seriously, seriously!) off of one of my favourite records ever: Now This is Fighting; “Every Light Is Red” and the song that I hope the Parkas reunite for and sing to me when I’m convicted of some crime, like stealing gummy bears or something, “My Life of Crime”.
Side note to one Young Paul Thompson; I know, I know… you weren’t around for the recording of Now This is Fighting, but the way you play those songs, especially My Life of Crime...rocking the sh*t out of it, up there..on the bar… over top…of people… ON…people…holy eff, there are no words to describe the charm and pure magic!
To end the set with those two songs was just such pure amazingness, that I’ll even forgive the non-performance of Wildlife Reservations ;) They captivated the whole audience and totally brought back some awesome memories, and all in the same breath, this reflection of sorts that if there’s bands like Nickelback making millions, how the eff are the Parkas not making bazillions?!
But I digress.
My hats off to you the Parkas; if you’re only half as good as at your day jobs (and I know that you are) as you are performers…
Until the next reunion show…don’t make me hit up a gummy bear store!
For more information on The Parkas, check out: www.theparkas.com
An article in today's paper ponders whether a shooting inside a Winnipeg wedding was gang-related (http://www.nationalpost.com/news/canada/story.html?id=1836153).
It's accompanied by this photo:
Um… OF COURSE, it was a gang-related shooting..and what I’m assuming a gang-basket type of wedding.
Non-gang friends would not let their counterparts show up at a non-gang wedding wearing ghetto gang outfits. The white ghetto tights and the badly made, no-name equivalent high-wasted skirt were clearly purchased at the ghetto gang emporium.
And clearly this is the ghettoest of the ghetto gangs…because had it been the Hell’s Angels or a higher class equivalent, the ladies would clearly be wearing a pair of leather chaps.
xo xo
name withdrawn for fear of life
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Guffawing. What a silly barrell of monkeys is that word?! Like literally.
Scarlett Johansson
I know this post will make me unpopular with my fellow TBS blogger Angela, but I'm willing to take on her wrath. Mostly because I've been working out like a maniac (wailing on my pecs, murdering my quads, etc.) and I can take her down in 2 hits: me hitting her, her hitting the floor. And to be clear upfront, I think Scarlett is absolutely stunning, and seems like she'd be a cool girl to hang with - she also looks like she'd be into shooting whiskey, making out with random boys in bar bathrooms, and partaking in the occasional poutine binge. My kind of girl, obvi.
Anyhoo, I consider it my contribution to society (along with my sparkling wit and casual views on public nudity) to state the most obvious thing, like, ever:
Scarlett Johansson cannot act.
I don't have a penis, so I'm able to focus more on her complete and utter lack of acting ability or talent of any kind. Quick! What colour are her eyes? You don't know because you've never looked above her neck.
I'm only half joking when I say I'd rather perform an appendectomy on myself then watch her in another movie. That said, she was pretty good in that movie where she wore a tight low-cut v-neck t-shirt and did a lot of pouting...what was that one called...oh right...EVERY MOVIE SHE'S EVER BEEN IN.
So naturally, I’m devastated that she’ll be polluting (err..I mean acting in) a movie I’ve been looking forward to - she’s been cast as Black Widow in Iron man 2. Devastated. I’m also angry at my husband (you know, Robert Downey Jr.) for allowing her to be cast. Must be all the clean living and vitamins – it’s messing with his thought processes. (Aside: anyone else kinda miss the drugged out RDJ? I do. I watched Less Than Zero for the 20th time last weekend. Um, yum.)
But I digress.
This former dick bandit (her ex boyfriends include greasy but cute Josh Hartnett, creepy but hot Jared Leto, and steroid-infused Derek Jeter) is now married to Canadian actor Ryan Reynolds (rumoured douche bag). I couldn’t pick Ryan Reynolds out of a lineup. Unless it was a lineup of shirtless men. No clue what colour his eyes are.
And now, some alternate career suggestions for Scarlett Johansson:
- Receptionist at a sperm donor clinic (she’d…umm…speed up the process, I would think. At least the clinic would save some money, as they’d need to purchase fewer magazines and videos for the deposit rooms. We’re in a recession people!)
- College dorm super slut and overall vagina of destruction.
- Nude model. Specialty: mini faux-fur cowboy hats and mechanical bulls.
- Cardboard cutout model for WonderBra.
- Cage cleaner at a second-rate zoo.
- Terrorist negotiator in Afghanistan. Use those boobs for good, SJ.
- Sample lady at Costco. Specializing in the fried meats and the various sauces and accoutrements that one can purchase to accompany their friend meats.
- Heroin mule.
- Nude grave digger.
In closing, props to Scarlett for cramming in as many movie roles as she can before her spectacular/awe-inspiring boobage starts to sag. She clearly has the world's smartest management team (that is, next to Lauren Conrad's management team, who have managed to fool an entire nation into thinking Lauren Conrad ISN'T, in fact, a very VERY boring robot).
XOXO
Blair
Let’s do some simple fashion math.
Denim jacket = good.
Denim skirt = good. Denim jacket + Denim skirt = Denim Overload. It seems so
simple. And yet…
You know those people who are, like, terrifyingly into jeans day
at work? These are the people who assault my eyes every Friday in their (what
can only be described as) denim suits. These are also, typically, the same
people who have beanie babies adorning their workspace. And cat calendars.
Three of them. These denim suits are fashion road kill and an overall plague on
society. Yet, some people still manage to take it up a notch. How? With
patchwork denim. Patchwork denim is the devil’s handiwork. Patchwork denim
haunts my dreams.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to buy denim chaps.
XOXO
Blair
Awww so cute!
She's def my fav celebrity baby. i can't wait for richie-madden baby number two!
Till then, look how much Harlow's grown!!!
kisses
M
oh hi,
so this past Wednesday, as part of Holt's celebration of fashion blogistas, the luxury goodies retailer threw a party for the Sartorialist.
you may have read my crazy talk and over-excitedness heeeeere! http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/the-sartorialists-scott-schumans-personal-appearance-at-torontos-holt-renfrew.html
so kels and I went and we were almost caught in a fashion catastrophy! almost!; i kept telling Kels to wear this one particular dress and spice it up with a pair of red tights..after a bit of delibirations, kels decided to wear her original outift and its a good thing she did...cause when we got there, there was a girl wearing the same exact dress, accessorized with red! ha ha!
anywho, the party was packed with a bunch of who's whos and i got super excited that Top Model's own Ms.Jay made an appearance until I realized it was one of the kids from Fritz Helder... honest mistake, riiight? .... either way, the dude looked awesome! also making an appearance? my fashion idol, the girl I'm convinced takes my bus sometimes and who's style I'm in LOVE with. The girl could make a freakin' garbage bag look stylish. seriously. she looked fab as always. actually, here's a photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kristpapas/3749282586/
also looking amazing? this gorgeous gal: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kristpapas/3749283204/
and a bunch of other people also looked pretty good; including the dude who i once made out with years ago in a hotel stairwell..la la la...awk!
there was also a good mix of douchebags, who clearly LOVED the sounds of their voices and wouldnt shut the eff up when the Sartorialist himself took the mic to speak!
and the people who would have burst at the seams if they tried harder; which made me realize that no one should ever force any type of trend or style upon themselves...because
it makes them look awkward and foolish, but i digress...
as for the Sartorialist himself? looked fab as always, but a lot shorter than i had anticipated. also seemed a bit tipsy-ish...heeh! love.
got a sneak peak at his book and absolutely can't wait for it to come out! interesting factoid? one of the ladies featured in his book is a Holt Renfrew employee, an impeccably stylish and gorgeous older lady who has the most breathtaking style in life. like seriously.
moving on, it was great to see Scott Schuman in person! love what he's doing in the fashion world and am always impressed by the individuals and styles featured on his site.
thanks for a great event, Holts!
so i've been here 4 days and here's what i've noticed.
cankles are a pandemic here. fuck swine flu - CANKLES!!
more lates,
ta ra.
M
