Somewhere along my last few weeks of wild escapades, I’ve neglected that the JUNOS were coming to town. That’s right, Canadian freaking music awards in my city. Why are they here? Because St. John’s knows how to throw a party, and the typical two-day celebration has turned into a week-long shitshow.
I, however, am saving all my energy for the weekend. Here’s an equation:
Two of Chef’s guy friends are making the journey from Nova Scotia to St. John’s for the first time ever. This means we have to introduce them to George Street in the only way we know how: by throwing the mother of all parties and pouring raw whiskey down their throats. This also means that I have to brandish the dirtiest Newfie accent I can muster.
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Remember that ridiculously spontaneous, fun weekend I had where two of TOR’s friends came to visit and we clicked so well it was like nature collided with fate, and for just one minute, the world was perfect? Both those girls are returning this weekend. And they’re crashing here too.
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A house filled with random guys and gals, lots of barbecued wieners, and an endless supply of beer.
So in an effort to fully enjoy this massive distraction, I’ve been working morning to night to finish up my work way in advance. So far it’s been great and I’ve been clearing HUGE chunks of work out of my schedule, but I know next week will still be a struggle. But I’m determined to be as unplugged as possible to fully enjoy these three days of awesomeness.
Yes, three days.
Because Sunday we’re attending the JUNOS on George, the first street event IN MONTHS. $20 cover access to the street, live entertainment on the street, and the ability to wander in and out of every bar possible. All while the JUNOS take place on three jumbo screens.
I don’t even know what else I can say about this thing besides “holy shit.”
In other extremely exciting news, I treated myself to a new Farouk CHI flat iron last week. One of those weird spontaneous gym sessions that somehow turned into a shopping trip followed by a comedy show and a housewarming party. Don’t ask. Anyway, I found a CHI on sale and bought it. I went home, had an hour to get ready…showered and applied make-up in 40 minutes, blow-dried by long-ass thick, curly hair…and straightened it..IN 20 MINUTES. Typically just the straightening process takes about 30 minutes, and even then it’s a crap job. HUGE DEAL.
I’m sorry, I am, but I’m so happy. Actually I’m not sorry, I’m allowed to be a princess every now and then. And if there’s ever one piece of beauty advice I’ll offer, it’s to buy a good flat iron. And use baby oil in your bath. That’s it.
(Feature photo by Michelle Brunner.)
Flat Iron sounds incredible and so does your upcoming festivities! I have a passion party Saturday. Gasp, it’s my first one.
Ahhh passion party! I haven’ t been to one of those in ages, hehehe. Let me know how it goes.
I bought my flat iron off an infomercial.
Best infomercial purchase EVER.
Hahahaha, gal can’t live without one.
Dangit. I totally just left a comment on what I think is your old site instead of this one! Grrr. The jist: I love your blog and I’m not sure why I took so long to read it consistently.
Yeah, the Junos kind of snuck up on me. I think I realized it was really happening when I saw all the freaking traffic yesterday. This ol’ lady’s gotta get off the couch and enjoy some of the billion shows downtown. Should be wicked.
Happy Junos!
PS – I think you’re right about the flat iron. My crazy hair is what makes me a “streel” according to my man’s mom. Okay, and my weirdo clothes, but I think the hair thing would help.
sounds like you’ll be having an epic weekend!
mine will be the opposite. am trying to recover from vacation ;D junos be damned.