I'd post it in a more public place, but you have taken that ability away from me.

How does the post office decipher art from address.
I should send them a thank you.
Right after you get yours.

Thanks Leigh-Anne.

Today...
is my last day at work!

Happy of course, but sad that I'm leaving everyone.
Awhhhhhhhhhh.
That's how I feel about that.

In other news...
Last night I let my friend cut my hair in my kitchen.
After a bottle of wine anyone things they can cut hair.
I have bangs.
Ha.

I've said it once and I'll say it again.
Aside from "the scene" in London. The best thing about this city is the music

CSS at Scala!











Just to give you an example, this week...
De La Soul is here for 11 nights in a row.

My Best had her 24th birthday.
I made dinner (pizza) and a cake (store bought) and gave her a shirt which I had specially made.
It was almost as much fun as if it were my own.
She loves to yell and kick and laugh as much as I do. All was captured on the fisheye. Well, to the best of it's plastic cased abilities.

Us at Le Ghetto....

I just watched Woody Allen's Manhattan on the weekend.
Pretty, black and white movie set in New York.

The characters all speak about their "analyst."
It seems to be someone that analyses your life (duh) and tells you whether you're making good decisions are bad ones.

I like the sound of that.
Do you think it's a bit like a therapist or more like a really experience friend who doesn't mind listening to the crap that's going on in your life?

In other news CSS is playing here on Friday.
Fun fun Brazilians.

What would you rather hear about?
My illicit affairs or my holiday in Spain?
I have pictures of the holiday, lets start with that one.

Two weeks off work. Decemeber 23rd to January 8th.
Headed down to Barcelona with a good friend to spend Christmas somewhere not as grim and depressing as London. I slept for almost the entire first day and night. My hangover from the week was severe.

After a full day and night of rest we ventured out, because despite the appeal of spending an entire holiday in a hotel room, I figured I should do something. This time last year I was in Italy with my mom and my step dad. At that time my mother had a step counter and at the end of each day she let us know that we have walked eight billion steps or whatever feet-numbing total we had reached. I am confident that if we had a step counter in Barcelona my mother would have been proud.

I did roughly the same on Christmas day. More lattes, less sleeping. More sunshine, less room service. Pictures to follow.

So here we are. This is my Christmas walk. My mom has somehow engrained the notion of the obligatory Christmas morning walk into my routine. Being with a friend made it less embarressing now than it was when I was 15. Plus we sat alot.


Things we saw...










Somehow we got lost and ended up in some strange road with industrial garages and closed doors. At one point we saw two people having sex in an alley. It was next to this blue door.


It was quite warm, but only for about 20 minutes.


Instead of Christmas dinner we drank a bottle of Champagne and fell asleep. But if my mom asks I went to church. Alright?


More walking the next day. Everything was closed. I was dying to go shopping. My friend left that night and I checked into a much more... lived-in accommidation. Nice view though.



More good times to be had.
After this I went to Madrid. By bus. It made me realize I probably can't do that cross-Canada 3 day trip that some of you have done. Madrid was great. I spent New Years there. I didn't take any pictures though. I met people who spoke English and was very very happy because the rest of the trip was painfully difficult in terms of communication. Spanish house parties are hot. Vodka cost 7 euros for a 26er. I yelled and laughed and generally had a wicked time.

Next, to Basque Country. Another bus. Headed to Bilbao because I really wanted to go the Guggenheim, but I ran out of time and only managed to see the outside.







After I headed up to Vitoria to meet a friend. This part was fun although quite rushed. Stayed one night. As you may have guessed I spent quite a bit of time in bus stations and airport lounges on this leg of the trip. One strange thing about Spain is that they only serve one thing to eat at these places. White baguette sandwiches. I think by this day I had eaten about 100 bocattas (baguettes) and was on the verge of dying from some wheat induced disorder. Oh and it was on my way back to Madrid that I realized I didn't fly at 8pm, but rather 18:00, damn these 24hr clocks! I will forever be that girl running through the airport.

Madrid to Marseille, where I spent the last 4 days of my trip eating, drinking, sleeping and of course, enjoying nice times like these...







I swore to a detox upon my return. It lasted... 3 days. God damn you London.

All unsavoury and unethical events have been censored. Inquire within if you're interested in hearing the stories. I am partial to catching up over Sunday brunch, your place or mine.

Three buses.
To the wrong side of town
Searching for one unmarked door.
Into the basement of Barden's Boudoir.
Luckily, on the list, plus one.
To see six acts, all stranger than the once before.

These are my favourite parties of the month.
Recommended to all visiting the city.

Can't believe it, but I got a Christmas card today. December 2 and still without an advent calendar. I suppose I just didn't see it coming this year. The decorations are the only thing that tell me its coming close to winter. London is like Vancouver I suppose. Rainy everyday.

Booked my Christmas flights last night. Not back to Toronto. Not sure how I feel about that decision yet.

1. Fly, London to Barcelona. December 23rd
2. Fly, Marseilles to London. January 7th

I think I will be buying the Eurail Spain/France pass to take me places during those 2 weeks. Its only 250 US$ for 6 full of days travel. Which will be more than enough, unless I spend the entire trip going from one place to another.

In other news, I have been really busy lately. Lots to think about lately. Plans for the future and all that kind of stuff. I think I've decided on path to take after London. I was getting a bit worried the answer wouldn't come to me. More on his later.

I went on two dates last week. Yes, real dates. One with a boy even, but obviously that was the less exciting of the two. Ready for a big night tonight. But aren't I always.

Take care my friends. Speak soon.

Rockstar theme.
Me and my best without the other halves (official and non-official).
Yelling and kicking and throwing and laughing and hugging and drinking and smoking and sleeping and waking up without any incriminating photos.
Doesn't get much better than that.