One of the loveliest things about Montreal is that you can drink in the park.
(I think it's actually illegal but they don't care.)
And one of the loveliest beers of all is Hoegaarden.
One of the loveliest things about it is not that it is not a twist-off.
(What?)
Because one of the loveliest things about twist-off's is that this won't happen to you since you won't be trying to open your beer with a key:You know what?
I want to be "the guy" with the bottle opener key-chain.
I'm shameless like that.
Note: This story was purposely written "all fucked up". For a less idiot version, please visit Clea's blog by clicking on the "Change is Good" link found on the menu on the right.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
R.I.P.S.W.B.S. (Rest In Peace, Still Warm Baby Squirrel)
We experienced an incredibly, edibly sad moment on our way home from work.
Luckily I had my camera.
We found a box to move the S.W.B.S. to a safer location.
JF found a shady spot.
This little guy was running around the area. We guess he was a friend of S.W.B.S.
Even if it's mean, we kind of hope someone finds this and thinks they got themselves a new pair of shoes.
Luckily I had my camera.
We found a box to move the S.W.B.S. to a safer location.
JF found a shady spot.
This little guy was running around the area. We guess he was a friend of S.W.B.S.
Even if it's mean, we kind of hope someone finds this and thinks they got themselves a new pair of shoes.
Temporary Fun
Thursday, April 24, 2008
accidentally awesome
hmmmm...
i don't really know what this post is going to be about yet but i'm just going to write 'cause i feel like i owe you one. yes, you, sister. you're the only one who reads this thing.
ok. i just spent three minutes not typing anything so fuck it.
i got nothing for ya.
except for this picture of the ghetto seder (jewish holiday dinner thingie) i had saturday night:
ok. i just spent three minutes not typing anything so fuck it.
i got nothing for ya.
except for this picture of the ghetto seder (jewish holiday dinner thingie) i had saturday night:
Friday, April 11, 2008
Best Day Ever #1
Yesterday was the best day of my life which means today is the best day of your life cause you get to read about it. It all started when I gave up my ticket to Montreal's most prestigious awards show and as a result all my two friends, aka Laura and Eva, got mad at me. I tried to get it back but it was already gone, so I had to find another way to get a ticket. And by "get" I mean "make". That's where Jf comes in, who's been all up ons this blog for a week now.
We like to call this mission:
Operation Stick it to The Man
After this awesome accomplishment which took us no more than 15 minutes, we were off to the doctor to get JF's X-rays from his finger injury. In the cab ride, we had a really intense moment of suspense when the meter almost read the same number as the clock. Unfortunately 5:45 didn't come quickly enough. But we weren't going to let this ruin our awesome day.
(This picture was taken moments after the close call).
And it didn't.
The doctor's office was awesome. Even the other patients were cool, as this guy demonstrates.JF ended up having two breaks in his poor little pinky finger but let's not dwell on the bad news. That same day, Anne-Marie got a job! Since we were going to see her at the awards show, we stopped to buy her a special surprise that would show her how proud we were.
Then came the moment of truth when I had to put our ticket to the test. Actually, I won't build this part up because we weren't even worried about me getting in. Our ticket was so real, we were actually more worried about JF and Laura getting rejected.
Success, obviously.
I know these last two pictures are lame but I'm purposely posting them to show you how Anne-Marie was too embarrassed to carry her surprise around all night so I had to do it instead. It was cool though 'cause there were like 500 people there so I became the landmark meeting spot.
We like to call this mission:
Operation Stick it to The Man
After this awesome accomplishment which took us no more than 15 minutes, we were off to the doctor to get JF's X-rays from his finger injury. In the cab ride, we had a really intense moment of suspense when the meter almost read the same number as the clock. Unfortunately 5:45 didn't come quickly enough. But we weren't going to let this ruin our awesome day.
(This picture was taken moments after the close call).
And it didn't.
The doctor's office was awesome. Even the other patients were cool, as this guy demonstrates.JF ended up having two breaks in his poor little pinky finger but let's not dwell on the bad news. That same day, Anne-Marie got a job! Since we were going to see her at the awards show, we stopped to buy her a special surprise that would show her how proud we were.
Then came the moment of truth when I had to put our ticket to the test. Actually, I won't build this part up because we weren't even worried about me getting in. Our ticket was so real, we were actually more worried about JF and Laura getting rejected.
Success, obviously.
I know these last two pictures are lame but I'm purposely posting them to show you how Anne-Marie was too embarrassed to carry her surprise around all night so I had to do it instead. It was cool though 'cause there were like 500 people there so I became the landmark meeting spot.
Play At Your Own Risk
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Where shopping is an orgasm
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
All Grown Up
Um, JF fucking rocks.
He's so not a hipster. Hipsters don't do this:
That's right. Housework.
I didn't even tell him I was coming over. He was seriously just doing that.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Anne-Marie (his girlfriend) was doing this:
It's tuna tartare. Miam (that's French for "Yum").
And it was probably delicious.
Just another day of "pure domestic bliss" at the JF/Anne-Marie household.
But anyway, that's just how they do.
They're pretty much adults. I gotta grow up here.
I'm gonna go make myself some coffee.
He's so not a hipster. Hipsters don't do this:
That's right. Housework.
I didn't even tell him I was coming over. He was seriously just doing that.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Anne-Marie (his girlfriend) was doing this:
It's tuna tartare. Miam (that's French for "Yum").
And it was probably delicious.
Just another day of "pure domestic bliss" at the JF/Anne-Marie household.
But anyway, that's just how they do.
They're pretty much adults. I gotta grow up here.
I'm gonna go make myself some coffee.
So Janina
Monday, April 7, 2008
Laura Kim Makes Canadian History!
My Jappy, I mean Gooky, friend Laura purchased a Marc Jacobs bag from Neiman Marcus, via telephone, last week. She originally wanted to purchase online but unfortunately they wouldn't ship to Canada. Racists. So she had to seal the deal via telephone which I think is so Sear's catalogue. So not 2008.
Anyway, today, this chick that sits by me at work started convulsing after receiving this e-mail:
I'm convinced it's because of Laura. She's Korean and that means she's also a bitch and I'm sure she scared the shit out of the woman on the phone. Good work, LK.
Anyway, today, this chick that sits by me at work started convulsing after receiving this e-mail:
I'm convinced it's because of Laura. She's Korean and that means she's also a bitch and I'm sure she scared the shit out of the woman on the phone. Good work, LK.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Braaaaaavo Rated Rookies!
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