saddle is waiting, ride it, my pony

ohhhhhhhi
Yeah, those are my favourite earrings. One is broken. They cost $2.


Scotch tasting Tuesday night care of Dollface hooking it up. Yeeeeah. I like scotch! Oh, who am I kidding, I like everything.
Especially everything free. It's fortuitous that the past couple of nights have basically been Freevenings because I really couldn't justify going out otherwise! 


Some scotches we liked and some we didn't like. Obviously our favourite was the one that's like $100/bottle. classic. So tasty though, aged in desert wine casks. uh huh tell me more.

Thanks, Glenmorangie!

So classy! I'm not built for classiness. Getting better a bit sometimes.

I had to dress up a bit (cleavage, I mean) because I knew these two ladies were going and they are always dressed up. and they always have perfect hair. How do people even get perfect hair all the time?
Oh yeah, they probably at least brush it.



Not me, I can't get the knots out of my hair most days.

Okay, the thing about Hipstamatic is that it's basically the only way I've found to take decent flash-lit pictures. Flashes are awful! I cannot believe that cameras don't have better flashes yet.


I didn't realize it was Robbie Burns day and I still have no idea who that is, but I did have a Robbie Burns cocktail. I will celebrate basically anything. I'm hoping to marry into another culture so I can have way more holidays. Goddamn, let's celebrate!


Hey, look, a giant bottle!

Giant bottles are great props!


Is it a microphone?


My arms were actually too weak to support that shit.

Probs should have thought to take the lid off it.

I don't know what we were doing at this point. I had eaten like 14 pieces of sushi though!

don't look at my teeth here, once you look at them you can't stop thinking about how gross they look I don't think that's an accurate representation of them IRL.

Dollface looks super tanned and white-toothed.
I'm the palest beast these days. You know who wouldn't like me? Jersey Shore.
Niki's joke.

Once you're done a scotch tasting it's best to go over to Baby Huey's to do Karaoke.

I laughed forever at Mrs. doing "Pony" by Genuwine. If you don't know Mrs. IRL, she's basically exactly Liz Lemon. Now picture Liz Lemon doing Genuwine and humping the mic stand.
Uh huh.

I should remember to never do karaoke. I always think I want to and then it turns out I am wrong. I'm not a strong singer generally, and whenever I get around to doing karaoke I'm at the point where I can't string a sentence together, let alone carry a tune. Amazing!


I guess it's only me I'm disappointing by messing up on babebreak. But I want you all to know, that I'm quite serious about babebreak. Or I have been, and will hopefully continue to be, despite minor disruptions.
Also, part of the babebreak plan was to drink less. Which I still plan on doing and to be fair, I'm not being the worst right now, just medium-bad.

And I have to ask you; Would you say no to a scotch tasting? And then multiple scotch drinks after the tasting? Including a scotch mojito?
Would you say no to a wrap party of a show you've never watched which stars a guy you had a mild crush on as a teenager? Would you say no to open bar?

No, I didn't think so.
So cut me some slack when I take off my slacks.
(just kidding, slacks on. I said only minor disruption. hahahahahhaaa gross.)

then my mum got a leech on her toe

In 1993, on the beach at Lac Eau Clair, my uncle digs out pits in the sand for me and my cousins to lay our towels in. We feel luxurious in these personalized beach chairs.  My cousins are all girls and are all older than me, and when we wade into the salty water slowly we agree not to splash each other or push each other over. The water is never close to warm, we go in a bit, come back out, try it again, bobbing deeper trying to get accustomed to the numbing cold. My uncle runs at top speed (jean shorts instead of swim trunks) straight in and as soon as possible he dives all the way under. I wonder if his SPF 8 sunscreen does anything at all. He has the reddest neck, which seems more than fitting, and his face is so similar to my mother's (don't tell her that).
I try to refuse sunscreen altogether because I think maybe this year I'll finally get a tan (it's not).
When we come, shivering, out of the lake, we wrap up in at least two towels, covering everything, even our eyes and let the sun heat us through the layers. I use my mother's lypsyl and get sand in the lid.

I wish I learned when I was small how much easier it is to just run right in, fully immerse instead of edging my way into the cold.

as little as physicallly possible

Oh, lordy, what a mood I was in today. Or at times, a lack of mood. I wasn't super sad or anything, just... you know.

I walked the dog and I was too tired and not feeling well so then I just hung out at Dollface's all day watching cable TV. I seriously kept meaning to get up and go home but it just didn't happen. I found some microwave popcorn and some green tea and a blanket and I was pretty much all set! It was actually kind of fun. Having a sick day in Dollface's house instead of mine.


Did everyone watch Oprah meet her half-sister she never knew about today? That was pretty interesting, I thought! It's crazy because Oprah's done so many stories over the years and gets in everyone else's business, it's interesting to see her talk about her own self.

I went through a phase of really hating Oprah but now I'm back to thinking she's basically probably a good person. A bit annoying, but aren't we all?
Don't answer that.



Cpt. Heh took me out to dinner tonight, like a date. I told him it was a date but he refused this idea. Spoilsport! I feel kind of bad because I was super out of it and it was a bit of a waste of hangouts, like I really didn't do a good job of interacting. I was disappointed in myself. Sorry, bud.



Tonight it is my main goal to do as little as possible (breaking that plan by writing this, though, ugh) so I asked Twitter and Facebook which show I should start watching and I got some pretty good recommends, I think! I'm kind of excited to dig in.
God damn I love TV. I know it's stupid and it sucks my life away but I just love it. It will all be redeemed when I have my own shows so don't even worry about it, yo.

I watched the first recommend I got which was Misfits, a British e4 show about a group of youth doing community service. And that's all I knew about it. Which was enough.
I'm only two episodes deep but so far, so good!

I love these promo shots, even! Nice design work. I love the way it's shot, too. I love British accents and I love a bit of the supernatural in my shows. Actually in my books, too. I like books about dragons!
One time I read a book in which the boy had to sleep inside of the dead dragon who had been his bestfriend and then he came out with superpowers!
Nerd city!

hhhhhhanyway. Good show, recommend. Especially if you like sex and violence and stuff.

I have a list of other shows I want to get into now, as well. Nice to have a plan.
Hahahahaaaaa my mum told me she thought I needed to make some plans for my life.. I don't think this is what she had in mind. Maybe, though?

If you have shows to recommend, please tell me! I've watched a lot of stuff but still will always want to watch more. Especially the best stuff! 

I swear I know the best people

MIXTAPE CLUB DINNER PARTY EPISODE 3!

I love mixtape club. I feel like now we've had our third edition (and even on time!) it's like we are a real live club. An actual group with a common goal and purpose. Good food and good tunes. MMHMM.



I am also officially a grown-up now because I attend and host dinner parties. That's how you know.

And sometimes at the dinner parties I look nuts.


I worked the Monster Truck Jam today and my stand was right by the doors that the kept propped open for the first few hours of the events while people were coming in. It also happened to be the coldest day in awhile. Classically sucky.
I was so, so, so cold. I thought I was such a genius for packing 3 sweater and for cutting off the finger tips of my gloves so that I could still handle money, but NOPE, awful cold.
By then end of it I was just kind of furious because I had been cold so long. Actually, no, by the end of it it was kind of funny. Especially funny because then I walked home and wasn't really cold at all.



Anyhow, all I wanted after that shift was to be warm and properly fed so I was a bit too excited to get picked up in a car by Mrs. and taken to a very warm and cozy apartment and fed soul food. Obviously!

Ohhhh lordy so good.
If you don't put bourbon in your mashed sweet potatoes, maybe you should?

I love the cute napkins, too and the cut up butter in the sundae dish. Awww.



Things weren't actually as serious as she looks about them. She was probably just waiting for cake.

"Cake??"

I had to take the photos with Hipstamatic because I did last mixtape club dinner party and now it's a tradition.


I laughed about the way that Mrs.'s sweater was bunching. I am too easily amused.



Dinner was super lovely, such a feast and so much effort gone to by our lovely hostess. Went out of her way to make sure there were gluten-free, vegetarian, and dairy-free options for our (mostly my) sensitivities.
Ever had bourbon with sicilian lemon soda? You should.
Also, the flourless cake was heavenly. Mrs. and I stayed an extra while just to split another piece. So fluffy, all almonds and orange and a lot of eggs, apparently. I suppose I need to get the recipe...

Dinner parties are also great because you're not hurrying to get anywhere. You have plenty of time to chat and have seconds and loosen your belt and stay awhile. Such a treat.
And it was a happy coincidence that our Soul-themed night should fall on such a cold cold night where we all were in need of warm food and talk.
I have to say, though, I missed Sweet Beastly very much and was very sad that he couldn't make it.



I know that I've said this before, but I don't think it's something that I should ever take for granted; I have really, really good friends these days.
I mean, I've had some solid friends now for awhile but these days, the good gets better and new people come into my life and I'm better at relating and we're all growing up so beautifully... I really really love at least a dozen people. Probably even 2 dozen people.
Imagine that! That's amazing. That there are so many people that I flat-out adore! If even half of them love me back... 
How the fuck did I get so lucky?



It's funny that it's hard for me to take a break from going out because I have too many fun things to do and too many people to spend time with. What a luxurious problem to have.

I'm worried that it sounds like I'm bragging. What I mean is, I feel great gratitude for each speck of friendship.
I'm not the easiest to be friends with. I'm rude and selfish and over-honest, but I'm working to be better to people and I'm so pleased that people seem to like me!

On Friday I was crying my face off (life sucks, hormones, weather, MONEY, career, you get the drift) but even while I was so upset about my future and my job and everything I still was thinking about how at least I have some of the best people ever in my life.
I mean, there is no way that my life sucks because I have the best friends. Friends are the bosses of life being great.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww



Also, how funny was 30 Rock this week? I had a dream the other night that I was on Saturday Night Live and Tina Fey came over and linked arms with me and we bumped hips and I was the happiest girl. That'd be the day.