weekend adventures
i lay here on a much needed sunday afternoon, getting myself mentally ready to wow you with this past weekend's happennings. of course while keeping in step with the same witty demeanor of past entries....ok. i'm ready.
friday [harry potter]
i am a HUGE harry potter fan. HUGE! words like HUGE and GINORMOUS could not even come close to how big of a harry potter fan i am. the third movie in the series, Prisoner of Azkaban, sadly is not my favorite, but the book still remains at the top. you should read the book if you have not already, and for that matter read the whole series that has been written and released thus far. but don't skip through the internet looking for the ending that J.K. Rowling wrote for a dying child. that would be like, buying a standard car and not knowing how to drive it. oh wait. i did that. ha! but really, don't look for the ending.
when it all comes down to it, everyone has their opinions about this movie. but when reading this site, only MY opinion matters, and i personally think that it had it's moments for sure. the change in directors definitly set the stage for a change in direction in the movie. and while chopping out a bunch of details from the book that i thought would have been vital to a proper introduction to the other books...things to keep an eye out for: the quidditch final; and buckbeak. he's a star, he's animated, but he's still a star! the rest i leave to written genius...
saturday.am [woofstock 2004]
if there ever was a day when a day went to the dogs. this would be it. alongside triple the amount of feet and paws invading the distillery district: the banates, santos', and a hipolito walked three unlikely doggie cousins. brooklyn, the hyperactive bulldog; jersey, the princess; and molee, the good girl. i'm bias, my dog is always the good girl.
all in all the turn out this year was amazing. and it was just as fun this year as last, i'm thinking that at the rate that this festival is growing, they may have to move out of the distillery for next year. did i mention the free dog food? amazing! we now don't have to shop for doggie-type treats for molee for let's say the next few months! we're good!
something disturbing tho, for any dog lovers out there IAMS O DEAD
saturday.pm [d'luxe insanity]
"you have to be ready by nine" selle reminds us as we go our sepparate ways from woofstock. we agree and off we go. that gives us ample time to get ready, or wait. do we? we go about our day and i bring my mom out to get some dinner for us all, when i get a frantic call from the house...
"selle said to be ready by nine!! but mark has to be there at nine!!!" good lord!! it's 8:30 and i'm still on the road. that leaves us no time...ah well! we deal. got ready, ate dinner, out the door in 15 minutes! we rock!
d'luxe is not bad it's small but it's big enough to be comfortable. the candles on the ceiling are something to remember for sure. the "man/woman" was there, and with the site of that weirdness came an entourage of even more interesting people: colonel sanders was there, playing the role of what i think was the manshee's sugah daddy; hollywood hulk hogan, no word of a lie. i swear!! or some guy who idolized him so much that he dedicated a life of plastic surgery to look like him. (sadly enough, it was the latter); InEssence was there dancing up the walls and the three guys who played drums during the NEVER ENDING HOUSE SET. never ending. really it NEVER ended. i'm all house music'ed out.
highlights of the evening, included watching people attending hard house night in guverment. the super stick-like asian girl dancer. who knew that it was possible to move without bending joints?? the small but bouncy asian man, i must admit the boy had heart, an ecstasy pill sized heart. then there was the GHETTO (and i'm not exaggerating with my bold and underline) gyal.
after a night of laughs, house, the occasional sketchy tripped out man (just like in the raving days, alright!!), and the real manshee! (i forgot about her! very not pretty, and very in need of a mirror check) we headed out for the traditional after hours chinese food/grease on spadina, Rol San. we drove north on spadina looking for parking and after missing two straight parking spots on the street, mark adventured onto a small street to a small parking lot. of course, "parking by permit" parking lot. we're all about being gangsta. thoughts are shared about if the car was going to be towed, and after a convincing shpeel by mark. we got out of the car and walked to the restaurant. dinner was good, no near death accidents for me or jim so all was good.
we're heading back to the car...wait....what car? where are all the cars?? selle is going mental because she thought we were joking. mark is going mental because there's broken glass all over the floor and he thinks the car was stolen. (we later confirmed that it wasn't glass from our car, because heck! we parked two cars over!) loi, jim, and i are going mental because it's 4 in the morning and the car is gone!
the process of thought...
moy and tae come to the rescue, we pull a clown car move, and put 7 people into tae's altima. poor altima. now we're driving all around downtown toronto, trying to avoid policemen, avoiding view of moy's bum, and using PT Cruisers as shields, all to get to the towing lot, funny but not fun, there is a difference.
$107 towing fee and a $20 ticket later, mark gets the integra back. and we're on our way home. but the highways are closed because of a bike race that starts in an hour, yes an hour! it is now 5 in the morning. the sky is no longer dark and laden with twinkling stars, but a smokey blue. the sun is rising.
as we drive along kingston road, we talk about the nutter that called the tow trucks on us. she woke the man up to tow 10 cars! he had to make several trips to clear the lot. and all because this lady has nothing better to do but call him up on a saturday night/sunday morning saying people are in a parking lot that she doesn't use. excellent. the tow truck man, told her to just let off and let people eat! it was 4 in the morning for goodness sakes! but she insists that they take all the cars out of the lot, including the car of the owner of Rol San. (on a side note: she's done this more than once to him)
we finally make it home, 5:40 in the morning. and the birds are tweeting and all i can think of is crashing...and of course having to write this all down the next day. which inadvertantly turned out to just be later today...
adventures in clubbing...
friday [harry potter]
i am a HUGE harry potter fan. HUGE! words like HUGE and GINORMOUS could not even come close to how big of a harry potter fan i am. the third movie in the series, Prisoner of Azkaban, sadly is not my favorite, but the book still remains at the top. you should read the book if you have not already, and for that matter read the whole series that has been written and released thus far. but don't skip through the internet looking for the ending that J.K. Rowling wrote for a dying child. that would be like, buying a standard car and not knowing how to drive it. oh wait. i did that. ha! but really, don't look for the ending.
when it all comes down to it, everyone has their opinions about this movie. but when reading this site, only MY opinion matters, and i personally think that it had it's moments for sure. the change in directors definitly set the stage for a change in direction in the movie. and while chopping out a bunch of details from the book that i thought would have been vital to a proper introduction to the other books...things to keep an eye out for: the quidditch final; and buckbeak. he's a star, he's animated, but he's still a star! the rest i leave to written genius...
saturday.am [woofstock 2004]
if there ever was a day when a day went to the dogs. this would be it. alongside triple the amount of feet and paws invading the distillery district: the banates, santos', and a hipolito walked three unlikely doggie cousins. brooklyn, the hyperactive bulldog; jersey, the princess; and molee, the good girl. i'm bias, my dog is always the good girl.
all in all the turn out this year was amazing. and it was just as fun this year as last, i'm thinking that at the rate that this festival is growing, they may have to move out of the distillery for next year. did i mention the free dog food? amazing! we now don't have to shop for doggie-type treats for molee for let's say the next few months! we're good!
something disturbing tho, for any dog lovers out there IAMS O DEAD
saturday.pm [d'luxe insanity]
"you have to be ready by nine" selle reminds us as we go our sepparate ways from woofstock. we agree and off we go. that gives us ample time to get ready, or wait. do we? we go about our day and i bring my mom out to get some dinner for us all, when i get a frantic call from the house...
"selle said to be ready by nine!! but mark has to be there at nine!!!" good lord!! it's 8:30 and i'm still on the road. that leaves us no time...ah well! we deal. got ready, ate dinner, out the door in 15 minutes! we rock!
d'luxe is not bad it's small but it's big enough to be comfortable. the candles on the ceiling are something to remember for sure. the "man/woman" was there, and with the site of that weirdness came an entourage of even more interesting people: colonel sanders was there, playing the role of what i think was the manshee's sugah daddy; hollywood hulk hogan, no word of a lie. i swear!! or some guy who idolized him so much that he dedicated a life of plastic surgery to look like him. (sadly enough, it was the latter); InEssence was there dancing up the walls and the three guys who played drums during the NEVER ENDING HOUSE SET. never ending. really it NEVER ended. i'm all house music'ed out.
highlights of the evening, included watching people attending hard house night in guverment. the super stick-like asian girl dancer. who knew that it was possible to move without bending joints?? the small but bouncy asian man, i must admit the boy had heart, an ecstasy pill sized heart. then there was the GHETTO (and i'm not exaggerating with my bold and underline) gyal.
after a night of laughs, house, the occasional sketchy tripped out man (just like in the raving days, alright!!), and the real manshee! (i forgot about her! very not pretty, and very in need of a mirror check) we headed out for the traditional after hours chinese food/grease on spadina, Rol San. we drove north on spadina looking for parking and after missing two straight parking spots on the street, mark adventured onto a small street to a small parking lot. of course, "parking by permit" parking lot. we're all about being gangsta. thoughts are shared about if the car was going to be towed, and after a convincing shpeel by mark. we got out of the car and walked to the restaurant. dinner was good, no near death accidents for me or jim so all was good.
we're heading back to the car...wait....what car? where are all the cars?? selle is going mental because she thought we were joking. mark is going mental because there's broken glass all over the floor and he thinks the car was stolen. (we later confirmed that it wasn't glass from our car, because heck! we parked two cars over!) loi, jim, and i are going mental because it's 4 in the morning and the car is gone!
the process of thought...
- we have to call home, let them know why we're STILL not home...
- brain cells are asleep, itis is kicking in...must sleep
- wait! how can we call home? all of our cell phones are in the car!
- oh..*whew* mark has a cell phone. but he's finding out where the car is...
- alright the car wasn't stolen!
moy and tae come to the rescue, we pull a clown car move, and put 7 people into tae's altima. poor altima. now we're driving all around downtown toronto, trying to avoid policemen, avoiding view of moy's bum, and using PT Cruisers as shields, all to get to the towing lot, funny but not fun, there is a difference.
$107 towing fee and a $20 ticket later, mark gets the integra back. and we're on our way home. but the highways are closed because of a bike race that starts in an hour, yes an hour! it is now 5 in the morning. the sky is no longer dark and laden with twinkling stars, but a smokey blue. the sun is rising.
as we drive along kingston road, we talk about the nutter that called the tow trucks on us. she woke the man up to tow 10 cars! he had to make several trips to clear the lot. and all because this lady has nothing better to do but call him up on a saturday night/sunday morning saying people are in a parking lot that she doesn't use. excellent. the tow truck man, told her to just let off and let people eat! it was 4 in the morning for goodness sakes! but she insists that they take all the cars out of the lot, including the car of the owner of Rol San. (on a side note: she's done this more than once to him)
we finally make it home, 5:40 in the morning. and the birds are tweeting and all i can think of is crashing...and of course having to write this all down the next day. which inadvertantly turned out to just be later today...
adventures in clubbing...
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