I haven’t been too busy to write. I definitely have had plenty on my mind that I could have written about. I’ve just been distracted1. I’d tell you about it but you probably wouldn’t be interested anyway2.
I’m finally coming up for air though and I really wanted to take stock of all the fun things I’ve done since Canadian Music Week. Being a hair model at the ABA hair show again this year was a slightly different experience than previous years. First of all, I missed Jason dearly but I made new sexy friends so I wasn’t that sad. I was at the hair show for two days. My hair got coloured, wet, cut, blow-dried, curled, pulled at, straightened and all sorts of other glorious things. It was a lot of fun, as always, and I really hope I get to do it all over again next year.
Next on the agenda was a delightful surprise. I was invited by my good friend, Andrew, to attend the Feminist Porn Awards. It was every bit as sexy and as open3 as I had hoped. There was sex, sexy and then some. I recall being very turned on all night long, and yet I felt quite satisfied going home to sleep in my own bed that night4. My favourite part of the night was when Mahogany Storm & someone whose name escapes me right now took to a single pole on stage. Oh. My. Gah. It was hot.
What else, my brother got a puppy. Who he named Drogo. It hasn’t quite affected my life as much since I’m never home but it’s still pretty nice being able to play with a puppy whenever I feel like5. Isn’t he cute?
Naturally, I was also able to see some live music since Canadian Music Week. Like The Elwins’ 7″ release at the Horseshoe Tavern. There were a lot of people there to support the adorable boys; it was hot and sweaty, and deliciously fun. I didn’t dance that night but only because I was pretty tired, and I wasn’t in the mood to bump elbows with a tall person in tow6.
I also managed to get back from Hamilton7 just in time for Graydon James’ book launch for The Mall of Small Frustrations. I gotta tell ya, it was the perfect end to a very long 10-day contract. I arrived just before the show started and was able to grab a seat at a table near the back for the songwriter-in-the-round with Ron Hawkings, Stephen Stanley and Andrea Ramolo who performed so beautifully8. Graydon read a passage from his novel; his performance made me wish I could buy an audio copy of him reading the entire book because I will be hearing his voice read it to me from now on anyway.
And then the band, Graydon James & The Young Novelists, took the stage and I found myself grinning from ear to ear for the remainder of the night. I drove home and crashed9 only to find myself with the same grin plastered on my face the next morning. It was my first time at Hugh’s Room and I’m so glad I got to spend it supporting people like the Young Novelists10 because I don’t know that it would have been as memorable if it were anyone else.
There’s a lot more I’m sure I could write about but let’s save that for next time, yeah?
What have you been up to?
- happily distracted, mind you[↩]
- Ha. Maybe they were right, maybe I am a tease[↩]
- not that my dear friend was not a sexy mo-fo but we are just friends[↩]
- which is like once in a blue moon[↩]
- I would have wanted to be right in front of the stage[↩]
- oh right, that happened too but we are not going to talk about that[↩]
- I felt so freaking honoured to be in that room with such talent[↩]
- in bed[↩]
- and Graydon, duh[↩]