It’s been some time since I’ve been here… again. What can I tell you? I’ve been writing a whole heap over here, and over here, and my M.I.L. ain’t at all well, and we had to put our dog to rest a few weeks ago…
Sometimes life just gets in the way of other things. Even blogging.
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Yeah, so as it turns out, I have this neighbour who has her own PR firm, and she invited me to a party in our neighbourhood a few weeks ago, at a clothes boutique called TNT – it was the 20th year anniversary of the chain’s opening, and there was a party going on. The invitation said from 6 PM – 9 PM, and to please RSVP. Well of course I said
HELLS TO THE MUTHERFUCKING YES!!
I invited Martin to come with me and he happily agreed, which is delicious since we’ve not been having enough dates
ever lately, and though I don’t often mind going out alone, but I do so love it when I get to hold his hand out in in the world. Plus he’s handsome, and he smells good. I like dating my boyfriend.
We were much later arriving than we’d anticipated (children’s shenanigans = please don’t leave us!! screeches at the door) but right away, we met our neighbour, Veronica Redgrave (is that the most perfect name you’ve ever heard, I ask you?!) She was wearing a sequin jacket, so I was quite relieved that I didn’t wear mine that night – I opted for a leopard blazer with a three-quarter length sleeve over jeans with awesome sling-backs instead.
Anyway, it was all as a fashion party would dictate – lots of wine, sushi, and lots of fancy, gorgeous people. It was glorious. The music was totally bumpin’, too… it was DJ Mary HELL in the booth. If you don’t know her, please play close attention – and believe me when I say the girl can spin like a muther! I noticed the music straight away – that’s often usual for a public party. Chatting with her was a treat too… I believe you can check her out at the W Hotel’s Wunderbar (among other places) fairly often too. Go get funky, people.
Martin and I spotted my writer friend Vanessa, who had earlier tweeted that she was waiting for me… god, I love that girl. She’s a smart, gorgeous redhead who looks amazing in blue… (okay, she looks terrific in everything. Seriously.)
We procured a few glasses of wine, and scoped out the whole store, starting on the main floor, and then heading downstairs. *Swoons* What lovely items… we flipped hemlines and fingered fabrics of racks and racks of some of the most stunning apparel. I must tell you: I’ve never bought anything from this shop. Not because I wouldn’t like to – everything is pretty drool-worthy – but just about every item has a drool-worthy price-tag to match, though worth every penny, for certain! For a girl like me, who spends not a whole lot of bucks on clothing basics, and even less on accessories (except for bags and shoes) I know I won’t be buying a lot. But it sure is nice to browse in such places sometimes. I find it inspiring to see new prints and fabrics used in ways I would have never considered.
Vanessa introduced us to Carrie MacPherson, who besides being a bone fide fashionista, is one of the slickest, sexiest, most fun-loving people I’ve met in a long while. She’s also an artist and a photographer. Her Twitter handle is @eatdrinkbcarrie, which should tell you something about her. I’m counting the days until I can hang out with her again. She is FUN personified. She snapped this pic of our little party group: Vanessa, her friend Eric (behind me), his friend holding the garment bag, and me and my Martin. Oh yes, we made merry.
I think I had the best time standing around and stroking the wares of (perhaps my favourite designer, certainly of the evening) Sabrina Barilà, who’s stuff? Slap-my-mama gorgeous, holy crap. That lady knows how to play with proportion – it’s all flirty, and fresh, and delicious. J’adore her current collection – watch the little video (I think The Black Shiny Romper is my favourite short clip here.) Their tagline is “Live the Life You Love.” Sabrina was also completely delightful to talk to… what a lovely, lovely lady she is. Here’s me, rocking her faux-fur CAPE. (I loved every minute of the strutting):
Wow, we had a good time. So much of a good time, that Martin agreed to come to a birthday party rave with me…
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This party was for a girlfriend I don’t see nearly often enough, but whom I adore spending time with when we do manage to get together. The festivities called for drinks at her gorgeous house ahead of time, and then a chartered school bus to take all the rave-goers to the venue. I love a good
birthday party… and I’d never been to a rave before. Interesting times.
My impressions are these: I think I just don’t enjoy electronica music much. It’s not that the music is bad, but it doesn’t move me to dance at all. (Gimme some funk any day…) It was at Metropolis, which is an excellent venue for concerts, but it was a bit strange to enter this huge auditorium, seeing a few people dancing, but many just… sorta… spectating.
It’s not that I didn’t enjoy myself – I did! – I just think I would have enjoyed it more, had there been couches strewn about for lounging. I didn’t mind not dancing – I was happy bopping while standing in one spot, and chatting with people in our entourage, just smiling and taking in the scene. I’ll say this: the vibe of a rave is definitely a good one. People are happy and peaceful, ready to dance and have a good time – one can’t help but bask in the goodness of it. The atmosphere is very friendly, and there are certainly worse things in life than hanging out with pretty people you love and admire, being told how loved you are, and returning the sentiments. By my standards, that’s never a bad thing.
And of course, there was feting our darling Birthday Girl… birthdays always make my heart swell with happiness, and they make me feel earnest in wishing the very best for someone I love. It’s always feels Win-win. I believe she had a fantastic time being celebrated. Good!
But alas, with our children at home with a young babysitter, we really couldn’t stay until the wee hours. I still had to be on the soccer pitch at 9 AM… but a good time was had by all. Especially by Martin and me, because we need to spend more time outside of our house together, seeing old friends, and making new ones… off our couch in our comfortable house, and out in the air. With food. And people. And music. Even our same-old clothes look, feel, smell different, because a date is a date, and being out in the world with the person you like more than perhaps anyone else in the world, is delicious, no matter what you do, or where you go.
Especially when you get home at 1:30 AM, but you go to sleep at 3…