604 to tha 778 come together in the 514
first "family" visits come by accident. thank-you madge and grand prix for making it all possible. the great victoria to vancity girls came to bless my fair city with their prescence and after my psych experiment on friday morning, i headed right to st. laurent to tour the girls around. we laughed and got caught up and exposed our inability to jay walk (and i admitted that the tim horton's strawberry campaign really got me as i had to stop and get a tartlette on my way) more terraces though all new, no pineapples but gogo's had thier "grand prix" decor. there's this restaurant where the girls are clad in the sexiest uniforms ever, this fushia and mint lace number...(whoo) we had ice cream from ripples (i had rum raisin and the girls had moka and grapefruit/guava respectively) and i bought this little denim/cotton/crinoline mini (that i made into a tube top) from a vancity designer with the label main & hastings.
later that day...we had a beautyfest (R straightened my hair! and while it's pretty straight already, i felt like mimi and had to sashay past the mirror a few times) we went for dinner and i had a lovely goat cheese ravioli and we killed some time watching the "new" show America's Got Talent. bigups Moesha and Hassel the Hoff but whatever.
we started our club hop at 737, notorious in the city for the batman-esque light that shines from atop the 40th floor and just because of a tip from a young frenchie, we got in for free....drop it like it's hot. we had some nice photo-ops and bad shots (i didn't do any because i know better than to consume anything that smells like nail polish remover). we made our way to crescent via st.cat's all cats were revving their ferraris and other cars that i should care about but don't. crescent was madness and we contemplated going to the vatican (if that's not an ironic name for a club, i don't know what is, "i'll have two of what the pope's drinking, oh, double blood of christ it is then") but didn't want to wait to make our pennance and wash away our sins with the flowing libations. we did end up at another club and somehow bypassing the cover and the lineup and finding ourselves back on a rooftop narrowly missing having our tongues get stuck to the ice sculptures. i also ran into the same nasty gentleman who was stripping at la boom the nite before.
all in all, it was a great nite and i had to go home and pack my things for the 416 to tha 905, though i ended up sleeping for a hot minute. toddy palm seed.
