no friend of mine

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Sorrily, this is the last of the Vancouver content on here for a while. As much as I adore the left coast, I really wish that it would give my hair a break! The humidity transformed my lovely locks into a frizz and no amount of Aveda Smoothing Fluid would fix the problem. 

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No Vancouver trip is complete without a cruise around Stanley Park, which is exactly where these photographs were taken. To my Van city bloggers, the next time I pop by for a longer visit we will definitely have to meet up.  

joshy boy: jacket - house of vintage. sweater - ds dundee. gingham shirt - ben sherman. jeans - cheap monday. desert boots - clarks.

SJ: jacket - mr leonard. turtleneck - vintage. leather skirt - vintage. zig zag tights - betsey johnson. necklace - pyhrra. boots - michael kors. scarf - burberry.

sight of you

Monday, January 23, 2012

Last stop before Vancouver, BC was Bellingham for their disappointing Target. If it wasn't for my tights binge at the Nordstrom's Rack in Seattle, Joshy Boy wouldn't have heard the end of it. Some might say I'm a bit of a Target Hooligan and cannot make a trip down to the US without paying a visit. 

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Finally enjoying my Voodoo Doughnut.
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Majestic PNW
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We arrived in time for a dinner at Salt down Bloody Alley (some of you may remember from two summers ago our epic double dinner). This time around, we both went for two different BC platters - meats, cheese, condiments with wine pairings and switched seats half way through. In short, it was a taste sensation - the corned beef, I have no words.

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After some major tasting, we made our way back to the east end to harass a certain Nannerpuss, the lovely Miss Sara and the always charming Sir Zach. Her door may have been open, but we made our presence known by shouting a new verse to the hit single 'Living in Bristol' the band Engagement Cock Ring wrote on NYE. Through the mail slot our slurred lines went something like this:

I hate mail slots
they're too small
Knock once or twice
then kick in the door
LIVIN' IN BRISTOOOOL

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Now that Joshy Boy has returned to this marvelous country, he is already making things happen. While in town he caught up with his old pal, David from West and will now be part of the highly anticipated Wildebeest. This might actually be the Summer of Josh.

By the way, I've started using Pinterest. Anyone else on the bandwagon?


sleepless in seattle

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

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The drive up to Seattle was treacherous at best in rush hour traffic and pissing rain - Joshy Boy managed to make it come together as I DJ'd. Luckily, before sundown we passed by the Gospel sign and the Uncle Sam billboard in Chehalis, WA (Which was, regrettably, covered up. Perhaps he was finally given a warning after such stunning sayings as this, this, and especially this. To read more about this weird roadside attraction (?) check out this and this.) 

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A weary arrival in the Emerald City found us at Bimbo's Cantina for the ultimate burrito. Since the last time  I was there, they have toned down the Mexicano decor. Bummer. There is nothing I love more than a fiesta hanging from the ceiling and a thousand business cards under the glass of the tables. I also realized that my last trip was immortalized in an issue of Parlour magazine. Feel free to read my travel journal here. Scroll down to the article entitled 'No Pity in Emerald City' and you will see a photograph of me joyously sitting on a case of High Life. Am I really that predictable?

If I thought we had a wild night in Portland, I did not realize what awaited me at The Moore Hotel in Seattle. The last time we stayed there I think I was too inebriated to pay attention to the weird vibes.

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 The howling wind and consistent pelting of rain did nothing to improve the situation either. Joshy Boy dozed off without much worry as I stayed up trying to drown out the creepy noises with the funky fresh sounds of The Fresh Prince of Bel-AirThe witching hour is supposedly midnight which was right about the time I heard every one on our floor struggling with their keys in the door. Really? Everyone came back to the hotel all at once? I had had about enough of Carlton's smug mug so I turned off the light but couldn't shake the feeling of being watched from the washroom. Jostling Jash awake in a panic, he went and turned on a light and mentioned nothing of the fact that he had heard the hotel was HAUNTED until the next day.

In daylight things looked a lot better.

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Jash also decided to mention in the morning that you could see into the attic of the hotel from the vent in our washroom. Awesome. 

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I always imagined Jash as a haughty cob of corn. Thank goodness I finally have visual proof of his natural state.
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Short washroom stall doors.
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Delicious Russian bakery
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Besides being terrifying to the overly sensitive (me), The Moore Hotel was conveniently located near the famous Seattle Market. There we went to the scrumptious Russian bakery Piroshky. Highly recommend.

Next stop - Vancouver, BC.

There were so many songs about Seattle to choose from but I had to pick the most ridiculous one:
Seattle Ain't Bullshittin' - Sir Mix-A-Lot

x Miss Sandy