ps- goodbye hair! see you never!
i got really drunk, then really hungover, then sick with the flu.
i played up my character super well, i totally partied til i puked- only it wasn’t from the three tall cans i drank (…fail?), and i didn’t puke from my mouth. what a bummer. HA! BUM-mer.
i went to work for two and a half hours and feared actually mouth-barfing all over my pencil skirt, so i came home and napped for 6 hours. i just want to sleep for like, 4 days.
anyway, i can’t stop whining, so let’s just skip to the pictures
all pictures (minus the one of julie) by julie hope
i want to make an entire post on my sister-in-law’s bachelorette party (complete with pictures), and i plan on getting into that this week… but in the meantime, here’s a quick look into the shenanigans that took place this weekend:
so there you have it!
details to come 😉
i’ve been feeling a little down and out lately. i’m really trying to stay positive but i feel like i’m falling into a bit of a rut again. on friday i went to adam’s show around midnight and m walked into the bar. i panicked briefly, had trouble breathing for a few minutes, and then immediately snapped out of it. he’s leaving the city shortly and i’m a grown woman. i need to know how to deal with these situations with grace. i could feel his eyes on me; i glanced over and he looked like he was going to cry- i immediately looked away and kept busy. he disappeared from the bar shortly after and i hadn’t seen him again for the night.
it was tania’s birthday on saturday so i decided to take a last minute trip to montreal with biz and zoe. the party was a blast- it was quite small but it was full of pop-punk sing-alongs and dancing. tania happens to live above sergio’s house (who i finally spoke of last week), but the house is undergoing some renovations so he was spending the night at his girlfriend’s mother’s house across the city. i think it’s best i didn’t see him anyway- i was feeling rowdy and alive. some of his bandmates did come though, so it was great to see them. we finally went to sleep when the sun came up- i went downstairs, and slept in the house i hadn’t been in since i’d spent the night with sergio- giggling under covers in his yellow bedroom. this time was different- a friend and i slept on blankets and a small mattress behind a couch. i woke up to kisses and bite marks on my neck.
this is definitely the mini-trip i needed- granted i didn’t sleep and i’m exhausted, i absolutely LOVE visiting my friends in montreal. i do have great pictures from the party, that i’ll likely get around to posting after work- but in the meantime i do have some blackberry pictures from the drive there and back. there’s nothing i love more than fast cars, bad music, and good friends on a mini road trip!
i was wrecked on the way back- we made about 5 stops for liquids and greasy food.
i don’t have pictures, but we TOTALLY also stopped for milkshakes. who let’s us drive anywhere? it normally takes us two hours to get home- but we left at 4 and i didn’t get back home until roughly 8. why rush home when there’s wu tang to rap to, and bad food to stop for?
it was awesome seeing everyone, and i love taking mini trips with biz. we’re hopping to drive down to new york for a few days this summer. she’s one of the only people i can travel with without either panicking or totally losing my shit. everyone is so damn uptight about everything all the time! anyway, i got home and promptly removed my pants, heated up some leftover poutine, watched a chick-flick, and did this:
soooo much of it.
the montrealers came in friday night and we went to a show down the street. casey’s band slept over that night and we partied until all hours of the morning. saturday was spent napping and cleaning. that night the troops came over for my birthday party. my engineer friend rob made a double sided beer bong that stood about 7 feet tall. i beer bonged a 40 of malt liquor (didn’t die), danced to new order until 4 in the morning with dan, and ate bagels on my fridge with becca and kevin.
on sunday night bizkoti and i went to modnight. i was a successful night until about 3:30 am. i’ll save you all the gory details but pranks were played, windows were broken, bizkoti almost bled out on my living room floor, ambulances were called, 7 hours were spent in the ER/OR, hospital supplies were successfully pulled from shelves and put into my purse (i pay my taxes, dammit!), my sarcasm was rudely denied by approximately 5 different doctors (the operating room is not a funny place at 6 in the morning- who knew?!), mc donald’s breakfast was consumed in my bed at 11:30am monday morning upon my return, and my back was rubbed until i fell asleep.
it was a 4 inch laceration and she barely missed her achilles tendon and an artery. suffice it to say DIS BISH WAS LUCKY!
anyway, bizkoti is resting up at her mum’s place in the east end of the city, and is under strict orders not to stand on it for at least 7 days. luc was amazing enough to stay at my place, mop up the pints of blood she lost, and take care of moose the cat while i was taking care of bizkoti and robbing that hospital blind. needless to say i made an amazing first impression on my neighbours (who i’d only met a few hours previously), and i totally had to turn the pizza man away (who we’d called on our way back from the bar). bizkoti was a champ though, and mostly held her shit together (until the needles came out), and i’m just happy she’s okay.
although slightly jealous that she’s on bedrest and eating pizza in her underwear, watching cable at her mum’s place for a week straight.
maybe i should start kicking people’s windows in?
i’m only half-kidding.
i have honestly never seen that much blood in my life.
it was some straight up CSI shit!
i am basically horatio.
dearest liver, apartment, & dignity…
please be intact after this long-birthday-weekend. i kind of need you, despite my neck tattoos and hard-ass attitude. i promise to be better to all of you, starting tuesday morning.