It was a graveyard Smash.

Happy Halloween!!

It was snowing today and because pretty much all of my Halloween celebrating occurred yesterday, I was so tempted to turn on Christmas music and begin my next holiday obsession. (Christmas is my favourite holiday and for me it lasts about 3 months).

Last night Jamie and I went over to our friends’ place for awesome pre-Halloween dance party snacks and beverages. There, we met up with The Riddler and trailer-trash Barbie and Ken. Jamie and I went as Sandy and Danny from Grease because we know all the songs and we embody them completely on a regular basis so it made sense. I put one thousand gallons of hairspray in Jamie’s hair and wore the tightest pants ever created. We met up with other folks at Lee’s Palace where we danced and danced until we could no longer. My feet took a pretty brutal beating and by the end of the night, Jamie was giving me piggybacks simply to stop my whining. My hero.

At the moment, I’m waiting for the crowds of children to come barreling down the street seeking candy and Halloween spirit but so far I’ve only seen a couple of old people and a jogger. And neither of them wanted a chocolate bar. What is wrong with the world??? Remember when you had to line up outside of a house because there were already so many trick-or-treating kids on the porch it looked like it could collapse? Porches are safe these days. There is no chance of porch damage due to overwhelming child response. I will be lucky if a child wants to egg my house at this rate.

The world today. Parents feed their kids hershey bars every day now just to get them to shut up so it’s no wonder children have no concept of how amazing it is that a day exists for no reason other than to walk around and get pillowcases full of free candy. We should start handing out cell phone minutes or Justin Bieber posters instead.

-I had a super fun time dancing at Lee’s Palace. The Halloween party is very retro and plays only fun music from the 50’s and 60s, so you can do the mashed potato and also the twist, etc. while wearing your hilarious get-ups.
-The fact that my hair is still extremely permed from giving myself the Sandy ‘fro yesterday. I kind of like it. It makes me feel crazy. Like I could snap at any moment…

Canada’s Waddle of Fame

On Saturday, my lovely friend Sara and I went to Canada’s Walk of Fame which was pretty fun. Sara works for them and she graciously asked if I wanted to be her date (read: I found out her boyfriend couldn’t go so I invited myself).

When I got there she was working the ticket tent on the red carpet so I got to watch all the celebrities get out of their fancy cars and walk down the red carpet. That was fun. But you know what was funner? (real word). Watching all the insanely rich people do their thing. It’s fun to be in a place where the ratio of real body parts to fake ones is astounding and the girl’s dress beside me costs more than my rent (Apparently if I didn’t know Sara, I would have had to pay $1,500 for tickets). The ceremony although slightly boring had some interesting parts. I used to constantly make fun of Nikki Yanovsky’s crazy psycho eyes (the girl who sang the Canadian Olympic song) but I will no longer as she is the most talented person I’ve ever heard live. Maybe not the coolest or the most inspiring, but she has completely raw talent just falling out of her.

Also, Burton Cummings performed (shhh it’s a surprise!). I will not lie. I had no idea who he was. But he sang real nice.

After the ceremony we all got on buses that shipped us over to the Allstate Centre where the gala was being held. This is where I saw everyone asking Sara if everything was to her satisfaction and seeing Dave Foley and Luba Goy (from Air Farce) address her by name and whatnot because she was running the shit!!! I was so proud. I had a little tear.

We ate a delicious dinner with a delicious dessert and helped out with the auction (I never knew people could spend so much money with one careless wave of a hand…) and we drank blue cocktails and rubbed elbows with fancy folks. I kept waiting for the “right time” to talk to people like Nelly Furtado and Sarah Polley but before I knew it, they had disappeared into the night like a Cinderella E! True Hollywood story and I never got the chance to say hello. Which is probably for the best considering the time I told Amanda Bynes specifically that I had NOT put a roofie in the drink I had just bought her causing her to politely refuse my offer. I should always just watch famous people from afar.

Comedians were hired to entertain the guests as they were shipped to the gala. Next time, hire me. I will be 1,000 times funnier than the one we got. Also, I won’t be drunk (well not as drunk as he was anyway). And I won’t yell into the bus speaker system just for the fun of it.

Heels. By the end of the night, Sara and I were both waddling due to inability to walk like humans anymore.

Sara!! Thanks for inviting me to a special fancy night! I know there are a million people who couldn’t give a turd about getting dressed up and pretending to be a classy lady in a sparkly, dreamy room, but I DO! And I loved it.

Happy Thanksgibbing back.

Last week was a bit of a jumble for me.

On one hand, I had a very relaxing and heart-warming Thanksgiving with the folks and a night out on Saturday with old friends but on Monday we drove to Niagara Falls for a funeral on Tuesday. It was a bit of happy and a bit of sad. As is such with life.

On Saturday, my parents and I went to Fort Fright at Fort Henry where I laughed maniacally every time my mom was scared to tears by a psycho clown. My mom’s fear of clowns did not fare well at this year’s theme: Carnival Abnormal.
That was fun.

After that, I went out with some old friends to wreak havoc around Kingston. There were impromptu dance parties, lemon fights a-plenty and it all ended in a playground I haven’t seen since I was 9. Well done folks. Well done.

Sunday was a day of shoe shopping where I literally looked in every shoe store in Kingston looking for the perfect fall-time boot and I had nearly given up on the perfect style to price ratio, when on a whim, I decided to go into Zellers where I happened to find the perfect $50 boot!!!! Why do I shop anywhere else?

That night we had Thanksgiving dinner with my grandma, grandpa, uncle Kenny and my Mom’s new friend. I love Thanksgiving dinner soo much. I make the perfect deviled egg. That’s my specialty. I will bring deviled eggs to every potluck I’m ever invited to ever. Major crowd pleaser.

On Monday, we hit the road to go to Niagara Falls for our friend’s funeral. The hotel was pretty cheezy and hilarious, so my mom and I did a photo shoot to incorporate something not sad into the day.

The rest of the week was busy as poop if poop was a stock-broker or something. I just returned from the Canada’s Walk of Fame Gala thing, but you’ll have to wait for that story. PATIENTLY.

Sadness, seeing people you should see more often in unfortunate circumstances.

The turkey sandwich: plain, whole wheat Dempsters bread, then leftover turkey, then cranberry sauce, then the “moist-maker” (a piece of bread that has been soaked in gravy), then more turkey, more cranberry, top bread, cover entire thing in gravy- warm it up. It will be served to me at the gates to Heaven.

Very Important People

Friends. I fear I may have overdosed on turkey. My fingers aren’t moving very fast, typing-wise. Although, that could also be food-related exhaustion.

I’ve been in lovely Kingston, Ontario for the last couple of days enjoying nice fall weather and family and friends. I’m way behind on my photos though, so you’ll just have to wait for turkey pictures.

Last week I went out to dinner with my old friend Dan. I’ve known Dan for 12 years. WTF. I have friends that I’ve known for longer, but out of all the friends I see pretty regularly, I’ve probably known him the longest- along with some of the other grade 7 Calvin Park kids that I still see. Plus we were roomies for a while and we would spend entire Saturdays eating multiple plates of Nachos and watching Star Trek TNG. So, that earns him extra points. Anyway, we went to Midi Bistro and had lovely steak and wine and had a grand old time as we always do.

On Wednesday, I went to the symphony at Roy Thompson Hall with Kate, another long-time special friend. (I saw her in the halls in grade 7 but we didn’t become super-pals until high-school). It was my first time to the symphony in Toronto even though I’ve wanted to go ever since I moved here many moons ago. On top of it being my first time, the program was “Best of Barber” and one of my favourite pieces of music is Samuel Barber’s “Adagio for Strings”. If you’ve never heard it, go listen to it right now. So, that was pretty amazing hearing it in person. And Kate was great company because we both love people watching and there was quite a selection at the symphony.

Thursday was the Scion launch party (we went to the VIP party, boom) which I have to say was pretty swanky and fun. They had delicious hors d’oeuvres like poutine, mini burgers, chili dogs, and powdered donuts. Also some of Chris’ graffiti friends were there to graffiti up the xB. You may be wondering why anyone would invite me to a VIP party. Because my company made the website. Shameless promotion:


Actually something very ugly happened last week. On Friday I found out that one of my family’s very good friends had suddenly passed away. He and his wife met my parents in University, and all four of them were best friends. They got married around the same time, had us kids around the same time (their oldest is four days older than me) and our family’s lives have mimicked each other since as long as I can remember. He was very much like an uncle to me and it’s devastating to think that his family which has resembled mine so much until now is going through something so tragic. This weekend, the whole Thanksgiving thing resonated more than it usually does as I was actually reminded about how lucky I am.


Especially because of the bad news last week, I was extremely grateful to be able to come home and spend some quality time with the folks. The fall colours in Kingston were amazing this weekend and I also got to hang out with some good friends and have some fun. But I’ll save this weekend’s news for the next post.

Nuit Bland (oh snap)

This weekend I was very culinarily inclined.

On Saturday I made amazing pancakes which were awesome. I also sang while cooking so it was breakfast and a show. Also, you should feel blessed that I’ve allowed you to gaze upon my Saturday morning, unwashed, unpruned smelly bum self. You’re Welcome.

We were preparing for a long night of ART at Nuit Blanche so we ate pancakes for sustenance. We also drank booze for sustenance as well. Because art isn’t art without booze. Celeste, Chris and Jazzy came over to watch Mean Girls before hitting the artistic road (yes, they came over SPECIFICALLY to watch Mean Girls and I did not force them to watch it)(just kidding). Then we went out into the streets to experience the Art. 4 hours later, I had seen too many drunk people and little to no art. What’s that installation called? Oh, it’s called “Caitlin drools on self out of exhaustion and annoyance”. It’s ART. Too bad, so sad. It was fun running around the city for a while until it wasn’t anymore. If there were more interesting things to see, perhaps it would have been different, but really, Nuit Blanche? Where was all the interesting stuff?

Sunday was amazing because Jamie and I woke up at noon. I haven’t done that in a while. I wish I could do it more often but these days anything past 10 and I get a headache and have to get up. Remember when I was a teenager and I could sleep until 3pm? What happened to that?

That day we went out to brekkies at our favourite spot on Roncy, I bought my ingredients to make French onion soup and then we holed up at home for the rest of the day experiencing onion aromatherapy and watching football. I am a Giants fan. Because I remember the quarterback’s name. Woot!


Nuit Blanche. I remember a time during Nuit Blanche when I could walk in any direction downtown and come across something at least out of the ordinary within ten minutes. We walked from Liberty village to Yonge without so much as a sad clown in a glass box.


Sundays making soup and lazing about on the couch. After 6 hours, your whole house smells like soup and it’s like a big onion blanket. (In my head, that’s a good thing)

Mabel’s bakery on Roncesvalles. So many great cupcakes and French bread and dips and salads and amazing yummies.

Hot chocolate made from real chocolate, not powder. Also Iced tea made from real tea, not powder. Both in one day. BOOM.

The Social Network. SEE IT.