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November 23, 2005 (Happy Times From the Bad
Months)
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Ahhh, a long-overdue reunion with Jade of 8-Bit Logik!
Somehow, the "I'm riding you" pictures are always my favourites. |
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This, my friends, is "Floppy," before he was
accidentally donated to Club Renaissance. But that's okay, Floppy
has found a wonderful new home and has developed a taste for Jaggermeister. |
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Tim's not stoned...HE'S HAPPY! |
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A photo-journey cuddle with Ryan and Colleen at Club
Abstract! Of course I had to meet Colleen the week before she went
off to college. Better late than never! |
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Every good night includes a baffling mystery, and this
night's mystery was "what the heck is a 'Hollaback Girl?'"
I experiment with 'hollering,' to see if I fit the bill. |
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Continuing the "Hollaback Experiment," I practice
NOT being a "Hollaback Girl," which is relatively easy to
do. So why are you so proud, Ms. Stefani? |
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Muffy's not stoned...SHE'S HAPPY! Because she's
hanging on to Craig, one of the sweetest people I know. |
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Somehow I manage to get Tim to actually eat out of my
hand! Or maybe he was just kissing it, I'm not 100% sure. |
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Heather manages to induce a welcome sense of genuine glee
by doing...ummm...what? I think she's stuffing money down my top,
but I'm not sure because I wasn't allowed to keep it. |
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I have long been of the opinion that Club
Abstract has FAR too many brooms. Don't believe me? Check
out this exclusive peek into the broom room. |
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Barry played a critical role in helping me survive as
secretary of the Radio Waterloo Board of Directors. Thanks for your
support, Barry! And the drinks didn't hurt. |
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Chris & Ken's Anniversary Party!
Happy anniversary, Chris and Ken! I only managed to wrassle Chris
into a picture, sadly, as I think Ken was busy mixing drinks... |
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Chris & Ken's Anniversary Party!
I was lucky to receive the coveted "goose glass," for which I
was extremely grateful! |
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Hallowe'en! / My Birthday Night Out!
I get my picture taken with a totally mortified sailor!
This was also my birthday night out...pictures from the second half of the
night are mercifully withheld. |
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We're not stoned...WE'RE...ummm...well "happy,"
yes, but I can excuse you for mistakenly ASSUMING there were drugs
involved. I mean Jesus, look at us! |
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Speaking of inexplicably weird pictures, this one is
absolutely creepy. You've been warned! |
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A night when everything was going poorly, when even
Sweetness -- the chickadee I'd stuck to my wrist -- was falling
apart...well, that sort of sums up my feelings about the past year. |
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But things can only get better! |
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July 1, 2005 (Mark and Muffy's Road Trip:
Chautauqua & Jamestown!)
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I have spent over four years helping Mark deal with
his Marcy Levy
addiction, but I'm happy to say he's no better today than he was then; the guy
still thinks she's the bee's knees, and if hooking him up with his latest fix is part
of my role in life...well, so be it! I'm always up for a road trip because of all those cool Wim Wenders movies that make
aimless driving look like so much fun.
As luck would have it, Marcy was playing several
gigs with Chamber
Blues at the Chautauqua Institute in upstate New York, so Mark and I
happily packed up our duds and zipped across the border, getting lost
occasionally and always on the lookout for cheap fast food. We found
ourselves in beautiful Jamestown -- the birthplace of Lucille Ball, as
we were unable to forget -- and after checking into the Holiday Inn we headed
off to Chautauqua to see what this Chamber Blues / Marcy Levy thing was all
about.
Despite us standing out like sore thumbs -- a young
guy in a suit, a drag queen in a vintage dress, and several hundred seniors in
shorts and Hawaiian shirts -- it was impossible not to relax and
enjoy ourselves; Chamber Blues was a thoroughly
entertaining, technically adept, yet wonderfully warm and human group,
and as for Marcy's performance...well, I wish I'd paid more attention to
Mark's words of praise: I was blown away. She can sing with the best
of them and her stage presence is captivating. What's more, we got to
spend several hours drinking and lounging with the band at Webb's
Resort; when you're a stranger in a strange land -- and painfully aware
of your pronunciation of the word "about" -- having a relaxing
time with such a sweet, talented and accepting group means everything in the
world.
But the night didn't end there...thanks to
advice and directions from the fabulous Kathleen,
we found ourselves at "Sneakers," the gay bar in Jamestown that
DIDN'T burn down. Wednesday night wasn't exactly hopping but we did
get to schmooze with Beth (bartender and karaoke queen) and a passel of fun regulars.
So here's a photographic record of our first
road trip! Enjoy, and hopefully we'll get a chance to have some more drinks
with the great people we met on our all-too-brief journey...a journey which was
much like a Wim Wenders movie, without the soccer and the roadkill.
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Mark has a "this isn't Kansas anymore" look on his
face, as we finally approach post-performance Marcy Levy (after lurking in
shrubbery for several minutes). Yes, Mark was overdressed. |
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I too feel displaced from Kansas, and I too am overdressed,
and I too think that Marcy's outfit is -- without a doubt -- the cat's
meow. |
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A simulated "caught in the act of relaxing"
picture on the patio at Webb's, watching the fireflies zip between
mountains and lake. And hey, there's an American flag there, in case
you thought we staged this whole thing in my backyard. |
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Mark poses with Marcy and Kathleen -- our Jamestown guardian
angel! |
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Fulfilling our roles as drunken tourists, Mark and I wrangle
another shot as the patio begins to close. Downstairs, an excellent
guitar duo were entertaining an empty bar and a wooden Indian. |
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Alright, this is a bit confusing. I think that Marcy
was doing some sort of flygirl routine out in the parking lot, and
I found it so delightful that I insisted on a picture. Whatever
happened, it was fun! |
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Speaking of wooden Indians, here he is! I always feel
a bit nervous standing around them, as I'm unsure of what they are
supposed to signify...bravery? Conquest? Tax-free
cigarettes? In any case, I couldn't pass up the chance of posing
with one. |
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Oh, such bitter parting! We say goodbye to super-cool
Kathleen, promising to try and stop in at her salon before we left...which
we couldn't do, thanks to a hangover, Jamestown's intense heat, and the
rigours of the road. Good luck in L.A., darling! |
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Then we were off to Sneakers, part two of our
adventure. Here's Mark trying to look like James Dean (and doing a
mighty fine job of it!) |
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Beth, our long-suffering bartender (and karaoke queen)
allows me to sit on the bar for a quick picture (and my hair isn't
trying to attack my face, there was a fan going). Thanks, Beth, for
letting us get away with so much! |
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Mark and I are simply unable to control ourselves. I
think this was about the time that we finally realized we'd had a FABULOUS
trip! Sometimes it takes awhile for this stuff to sink in... |
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I pet the most relaxed cat in the world: Buddy, the Sneakers
mascot! |
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I simply HAD to get a picture taken in front of "Busty's
Shoe Repair." And I think you'll agree that a new camera might
be a good investment too. |
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What better way to end our night than to take a picture with
this, a ketchup bottle that a Friendly's employee slipped into our
take-out order? I don't think we'll ever understand what motivated
her to do that, but it sort of summed up our entire trip. Whew! |
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June 12, 2005 (Mucho Pride!)
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KW Pride!
Everybody has their duties at Pride, but my favourite is bestowing the
"Coolest Dog of Pride" award. In this picture, last year's
winner returns to do his step-down! |
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KW Pride!
Brianna's definitely a cool dog, but a big part of the competition
involves how good the dog makes ME look. If I need to hold a
sausage in order to attract the dog's attention, then...no, that's not
glamorous. |
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KW Pride!
Samson almost won, based on sheer hyperactive cuteness, but that
didn't translate well onto film. This left only one possibility... |
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KW Pride!
Yes, the winner of this year's "Coolest Dog of Pride" award
goes to Paris, everybody's favourite beer-tent darling!
Congratulations! |
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KW Pride!
There was no "Coolest Flamingo of Pride" award this year, but
I don't think these guys were feeling up to it anyway...they wouldn't eat
a thing. |
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Guelph Pride!
And the winner of Guelph's "Coolest Dog of Pride" award goes
to...Pinky! There were other contestants but their pictures didn't
turn out. |
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Miss Tri-Pride!
At the recent "Miss Tri-Pride Pageant, I stepped down wearing this
Edith Head knock-off, crafted by Lydia of Delirium
Clothing. Nobody sews it better! |
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Miss Tri-Pride!
I also snapped a shot of the wonderful Miss Victoria, who nabbed first
runner up during the pageant. Good job, girl! |
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Tim and I cuddle up at Club Renaissance shortly before a
night of debauchery at his gorgeous apartment. |
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But the problem with all this debauchery is that I can't
really SEE it. Tim loans me his glasses so I can experience the
world like everybody else. |
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Ahhh, a quiet moment with Craig (or as quiet as it gets in a
bar, anyway!) This was shortly after he sacrificed his hair to the
"Aid for AIDS" benefit. |
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Once in a while, a gal's gotta draw attention to her
footwear. I think of these as my "Bootsy Boots," baby-baba. |
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May 8, 2005 (Coming back & going away!
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CKMS Day!
In March, Drew, Lila and I put on a drag show in the Student Life
Center for "CKMS Day." For more pictures of the
performance, click
here! |
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CKMS Day!
But everybody knows that the REAL action during a drag show is backstage!
Here's a bunch of pictures showing you what you DIDN'T see... |
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CKMS Day!
Halfway into my feathers, I'm finally loosening up (after some
much-needed drinks at The Bombshelter) This is the last
picture ever taken of my much-lamented drag mirror. |
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CKMS Day!
Lila and Drew get ready to walk around campus, handing out flyers for
the event. Hey Drew, nice butt! |
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CKMS Day!
Lila lets it all hang out at the end of the show. And we
always thought this girl was so NICE! |
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Zsa Zsa closes her eyes and thinks happy thoughts. |
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One night at Club
Abstract, DJ Obi and I chum it up in the coat check. |
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Since you can never have enough wonderful people crammed
into a picture! (Or a thumbnail, for that matter) |
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Pimp n' Ho Flashback!
Back at the Renu "Pimp n' Ho" party, I practice my
under-developed pitching skills with a decidedly raunchy carnival game. |
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Pimp n' Ho Flashback!
Ah, the memories of playing funk for an appreciative crowd! Even
if they WERE a bunch of poprock-sniffing pimps and ho's. |
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Pimp n' Ho Flashback!
Sticking my finger down Meghan's cleavage, I discover that there are
still things in the world that amaze me. |
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Pimp n' Ho Flashback!
I stand by and look coy, while Brent plays the music (and looks
greasy). For more pictures from past "Renu" events, click
here! |
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Folks at Club Abstract are disturbed to find out that the
Easter Bunny is a drag queen...and she's a lush! |
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Goodbye, Dan!
To celebrate Dan's marriage (and to mourn his upcoming move to
Calgary), we hold a little party at Ethel's Lounge. |
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Goodbye, Dan!
We miss you already! |
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Goodbye, Dan!
Just to prove that marriage hasn't made a softie out of him, Dan
strangles Liz, then punches her. |
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Goodbye, Dan!
Apparently, the Wilfred Laurier University Golf Team does occasional
pub crawls, where they wear frightening sweaters. I couldn't help
saying "hi!" |
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Goodbye, Dan!
After leaving Ethel's Lounge to the mercy of the WLU Golf team, we
found ourselves not having a very good time at "The Vault." |
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Later on, at Club Renaissance, things get increasingly
strange. |
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Yes, it became one of those nights when trading coats
with other people is outrageously fun! I don't know what
or who to blame for this. |
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The coat-trading escapades start to rope in more people,
including the one-and-only Saint Mark! |
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During a slightly more sane night, Ash and I share some
hard-earned dance floor sweat at Club Abstract. |
