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December 14, 2006 (No Theme!)
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Ahhh, the perks of being the DJ at
Pridetoberfest...my very own feathery, blinking hat! Thanks Dave for
the keen decorations (but I TOLD you hats look weird on me!) |
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This is outside the Kitchener Auditorium, long after
all the folks have gone home. I set my camera on automatic to take this
picture. What you CAN'T see is the crazy drunk guy a few feet away
asking if I've seen his girlfriend. |
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Nothing like having a quiet hug with Peter on a Saturday night... |
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...hey! Get that camera out of here! Respect our privacy! Burn those negatives! |
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Here I am looking all sad because I'll have to leave my
pussycat alone for the night. We go through these horrible moments
of separation anxiety, but somehow we bear the pain... |
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Another pre-bar shot. I really enjoyed doing these for a
while, but there's only so many times you want to see me in an awkward
pose in front of a big mess. |
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Yay, it's Matty being drunk! And Dave looking like the most
responsible one in the bunch! Note that he is wearing an Oktoberfest
hat of his own, since the guy is SERIOUSLY into that particular
charitable occasion. |
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After re-watching "The Notorious Betty Page" I do my best
"Betty snarl" while abusing Ben. Now you know why she made such a big
splash, and people like us just look all wet. |
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Happy birthday to me! I celebrate with the traditional birthday muffin. |
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What do you do when you go out as Xev from the Canadian TV
show "Lexx," and your wig looks weird and nobody knows who you're
supposed to be? Hang out with the OTHER person who came as a Canadian
TV character, of course! |
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You may already know that I spent two weeks in October
without any heat. This is me cuddling up with Big Red, the Honeywell
heater that saved my skin. |
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| October 1, 2006 (Solo!) |
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Nigel and I decide to start a band. We decide to call
it
"Lost In Afghanistan." We decide that I'm the aloof lead singer and
he's the secretly-resentful keyboard player. This is a picture of our
band. |
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This is our album cover. The first album is called "She
Went
Crazy and Stole My Blowtorch." It will sell a lot of copies but Nigel
and I will not adjust to fame. We will both go solo, and fans will say
we were better together. |
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I show off my Gothique
nail polish teaser, crafted by the lovely Chris D'Anda. The picture
doesn't do it justice at all. |
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For posterity, Rachel, Jade and I reenact the heated
discussion which lead to the surprising realization: the female version
of a "stag" is a "stagette." |
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As part of a special request, I tap-dance on my coffee
table
while holding a spatula. For the curious: I'm wearing leopard-print
tights, I don't have a skin disease. |
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Lately I've been finding myself with too much free time
before "stepping out" on a Saturday night. So here's a picture of me,
at home, doing a dance step called "Shuffle Off To Muffalo." |
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It's not often that I get a chance to go out with
Gambit
(because, as a purse, he's made for small low-maintenance pre-teens).
When we finally DO go out, we need pictures! |
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When we're feeling particularly giddy, Gambit and I
recreate the mauling of Roy Horn. It never fails to amuse us. |
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I come home to find that Ronnie is not only drunk, but
she's also wearing my favourite shoe! |
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| September 8, 2006
(Summer Adventures!) |
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Erin and I get
along very
well...but not half as well as our fabulous purses! Every weekend our
purses get together, and on Mondays we go and bail them out.
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You love Brent! What, you don't love Brent? Are
you CRAZY? |
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It's easier than you think to find fans of Pat
Boone. Ummm...by "fans" I mean people who enjoy posing with a copy of
his book. |
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After
a couple of bleak weeks I give the universal sign of "I got my love of
life back!" Really, it IS the universal sign! Do it to your boss! |
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MY expression might be ambiguous, but HIS says
it all: "I don't know why we're doing this before we get drunk...but
OK!" |
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It's
been a long time since I've had a sweetly electrical (or rather
squishy) tongue-touch. How appropriate that I'd return to the fold with
wonderful Jane! Miss you! |
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Vanilla
gave me this plant, probably because she wants to see me accidentally
kill it. Its name is Ronnie O'Vera, and in this picture we're sizing
each other up. |
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Don
& Vanessa's Stag & Doe!
An old man at the legion gave me holy hell for
posing next
to the Queen. In retrospect it was a bit rude of me...but hey, me and
the Queen are really close pals! |
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Don
& Vanessa's Stag & Doe!
Adam wins a big prize in the raffle, and my nameless "prize queen"
manages to look glamorous despite the stifling heat. Good going, Adam! |
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Don
& Vanessa's Stag & Doe!
At most events there's always ONE person who has the courage to dance
before anybody else does. And this is her! |
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Sometimes roommates don't have the same sense of
humour. I try to explain to Ronnie O'Vera why Ms. Divine's "A
Chlorophyl-Filled Romance" is so funny. Ronnie doesn't laugh. |
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Adrian
and I have been friends since grade one, which is longer ago than you
think. To celebrate his holiday back in town, we hang out at The
Starlight and jealousy guard our table. |
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I'm afraid to say that this "tongue moment" caught
Moira by
surprise. I just assume that EVERYBODY does this. But I guess not,
because lots of people have dirty mouths. Not Moira, though! |
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Dancing Jesus claims that he just isn't drunk enough
for this sort of picture. You'd think he'd never ridden a pony before! |
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On a cheesy long weekend, we three are some of the
beautiful few. The rest are hicks. |
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Okay hon...you're beautiful too! |
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Each night before I leave the appartment, I practice
flying, just in case. Tonight you caught me, Peeping Tom. |
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I'm obsessed about Ronnie O'Vera growing up to be big
and
strong, but she doesn't have much of an appetite. Here she even refuses
strawberry-banana icecream. Is something wrong with her?!? |
