Happy Birthday Miss Atom, Rest in party Zelda

It's Friday, late, and I am jacked up on the massive cappuccino I had earlier. My hubby is not Matt anymore, he's Whisky McGee, his drunk alter-ego.

I am sober except for the crack-accino coursing through my veins! I had the same problem yesterday, and for some reason I couldn't get tired last night, and I lay awake till four am! I also somehow woke up at 1030 and couldn't sleep anymore, which is super unusual for me, I get a regular 12 hours these days. I got up and went to work and I was fine until 3. I finished counting tips and I suddenly felt so tired that I almost passed out in my chair, so luckily I work in a restaurant and have access to caffeine, and I slam back  a double shot espresso with milk foam. That brought me back to life and in designated driver form for Jess's birthday bashola at Empress ale house.

So I drove up to Kt's after work, I come in, pet her cats, eat her lasagne, ice cream and brownies, and pet her cats s'mo, scrutinize her wardrobe choices and then we are off to Jess's birthday bashola.

I didn't bring my camera tonight so I didn't get a picture with the birthday broad so I am just going to be a creeper and steal some off Facebook!


So here's a birthday shout out to Miss. Jessica Atom!

Jess's everyday look

Jess being attacked by her feline familiars.


That fish plate RULES BTW.


Jess and I have known each other since high school, we had lockers two or three down from each other. Kt and I we beside each other, and then super gothy Jess and her super gothy friends Myra and Geneve. First part of the year in grade ten we stuck to our Jr. High friends, and I personally was intimidated by the ultra gothy Jess and thought she might be too cool for me. I don't really remember how everything went down, but we figured out Jess was super cool and just as weird as us. Suddenly we were a crew, Kt, Jess and I and we proceeded to do some extremely bizarre and hilarious activities the three of us. There was some strange photoshoots, short films, underwear bike rides but generally we were up to some strange shit. Running around Whyte ave at night high on candy, and being weirdos in general.


We also had one serious common bond, and girls, I am sorry but this is my blog and a place for honesty: We were all in love with our photography teacher.


Now I am not going to mention his name, but let's just say he was a dreamboat.
I will not get into the details of this strange teenage group crush, it may disturb any close family members that read this and embarrass myself and Jess and Kt, but what I will say nothing illegal ever happened.


(I am going to stop there or Kt will kill me, she managed to be buddies with him after high school for a while. Only that girl I tell you.)


So anyways, this is the BIRTHDAY SHOUT OUT to The weird wild and wonderful Miss. Atom.
We hung through high school then I left to Vancouver and she to Australia, and of course everyone says they'll keep in touch and when you're 19 you're too drunk to pick up the phone and call home anyways, so people lose touch. That's normal. If you can rekindle an old friendship and pick up where you left off, and have fun again and be weirdos together after ten years then that's a sign of that friendships power.
So yes, again, happy bday dude. Hope you are good and drunk and got some good darts in tonight.
We shall weird out soon my dear.

(I had to steal this one Jess, sorry about the creepin'. Ok I'm not. <3)


IN OTHER NEWS:


Please watch this. This 95 year old woman, a New York socialite and all around crazy cool woman, dies in her chair at designer Joanna Mastroianni's show. 


http://youtu.be/q_m4vfq64Xw


People around her pick her up and carry her out.


Now some people are going to be all oh no that's tragic, no, a tragedy is dying before you've had a life like hers. She was 95 years old, she knew she didn't have too many years left in her life. Frankly, that would be a great way to die if you ask me. Living all those years clubbing and living that glamorous lifestyle, and die at a fashion show? That's pretty fabulous if you ask me. Dying in the way she lived her life. Who wouldn't want to die that way? 

Zelda in her signature look

Zelda and Snoop

The coolest woman to ever live.


Rest in Party Zelda. 


You inspired me and I plan on wearing whatever the fuck I want once I am 95 and fabulous like you were. 


-E.

D. Randall Blythe for President, Bday shout outs, and some general random dandies

So I will begin with some good news- Lamb of God frontman D. Randall Blythe will be running for President!

http://www.edmontonsun.com/2012/01/23/log-frontman-runs-for-us-prez

D. Randall will set things straight down there.

Today I had an early morning doctor appointment. Went in a 8am to be poked and blood taken, X-rayed and examined. The usual. Then Spoke with my doctor on how I am feeling, and when I told him he said "just hang in there another ten weeks."

Ten weeks?

I thought it was twelve 

-I go

doc goes-

Nope, you're done on April 11th.

It sunk in that will go by fast and I can return to living a normal life for the first time in a year. 

I was overwhelmed suddenly and got a little choked up.

He asked me questions about my symptoms like he does every time and I tell him about how I am going out of my mind every night with my itchy skin, he nods.

He says-

Don't worry, when it's over you'll feel just great.

Well no shit.

Two special birthday shout outs:

Today was also my brother Daley's 27th birthday! HAPPPPPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOUUUU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOUUUU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DALEYYYYY.....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOO YOUUUU!

Now it wasn't easy being my younger brother, I know, I was a terrible older sister. Hitting, punching, pushing down stairs, you name it, I did it to poor Daley. I can't believe he talks to me, and seems to like me. ;)
Being the older sister, I was always bigger than him. Which made it very easy to slap Daley around. Our mother used to say to me, "Erin, one day he's going to be bigger than you and it will hurt a lot when he hits you"

I probably responded with a "PSSSHHHHH"
I didn't believe her.

Well, one day, it came out of nowhere, Daley was taller than me. It begins like any other fight, Daley's huge sound system drowning out my Smashing Pumpkins or violin practice, I fly downstairs and start banging on his door, screaming TURN IT DOWN!!!
Daley turns it up. He did have a sweet sound system that's for certain.
I egg him on until somehow he opens the door.
Now I am uncertain of how things escalated here, but somehow I end up chasing then being chased by my brother with a knife, a jug of orange juice being thrown by me on to my brother, and then I believe he may have refilled that jug with water, or maybe that was me, my brother slid a chair across our hardwood floor to slow me down, and it smashed my big toe, fracturing it- but I still carried on. I am not exactly sure how it ended but I do remember running out the front door and down the block and finally decided I wasn't gonna win this one and the best thing to do was to try and get him to hide it from our mom... or at least this is MY version of the whole debacle.
What does this terrible and violent sibling quarrel have to do with my brother's birthday?
It means I try harder today to be a good sister to Daley, and am proud to call him my brother!

Love ya bro!

Happy Birthday to Mikey Putinta.
RIP
Mike was a waiter at Ruth's Chris where I work (only part time right now) as the sales manager/my dad's secretary/napkin folder, and we also played on a pool team with a couple other staff. Mikey was the sweetest most gentle man you'd ever meet. He was polite and selfless person, almost to a fault.
Mike loved his beer.
Now this was no secret, in fact it was endearing. Mike was that guy that would have a beer and tell a good joke, but the look in his eyes was often far away.
But Mike was that guy that would let anyone talk about anything, and he would let me bitch and complain about someone or something, agreeing whole heartedly and cracking a joke about it.
He was a good FRIEND, and that doesn't come naturally to everyone.
As a waiter, he did his job, made good tips, and didn't get any complaints.
Well maybe one, but maybe he went too hard that day.

When we would play pool, he'd have his beer, but when he had the right amount of beer but not too much he'd do really well. He had a good handicap. He would kick my ass in a practice round.
Him and I would clink glasses and drink together.


He died when I was very sick from the first two weeks of chemo. 

I will never forget the time that he passed every year.

Happy birthday Mikey.

That's it for the b-day props!
I'll be doing one for everyone in my life!

So anyways, I wanna share with you all my Black Phoenix Alchemy lab oil of the week!

Bad picture!
I looked online but I couldn't find any pics of the bottles.
But here's a review.

http://www.bpal.org/topic/18081-devils-night/


It smells like burning leaves off in the distance. It smells like kids burning tires in an alley, spilled booze and sugar.

Now, I HAD to share this, if this offends you, don't read my blog.
It's MY blog and this is hilarious and I watched it five times and laughed every time.

http://www.sharenator.com/Flying_penis/

NOW WATCH THIS!

http://youtu.be/V_PKcZqfpok

-E.