Tonight's Life Lesson:

(Brought to you by your friendly neighbourhood Pemma)

"Once, I was curious about something, so I stuck my hand in it. It was poo."

See what stimulating conversation some hot weather and cold Starbucks can produce?

Jeans allowed, sequins encouraged, sparkles required!

One bride-to-be, eight friends, nine strings of mardi gras beads, and one surprise limousine.

Mmmhmm.

First stop: Everest. The drive down to the restaurant was awesome. Whenever I see a limo on the road, I always wonder who might be inside. This time, we were the ones people were wondering about! We even had one girl wave at us and then grab her boob... it's hard to say what she thought she was looking at through our tinted windows. The food at the restaurant was decent, despite the fact that we waited a long time for it, and that our flirty waiter wore a weird belt with a huge silver skull-shaped buckle.

We finished dinner, then headed off to our next stop: the Century Room. The walk over to the club was eventful - there was a girl completely passed out on the corner of Queen and John, laying flat on her back, foaming at the mouth. People were standing around and watching, while her friend stood there looking pissed off. Our entourage included two nurses, so they stopped to see if they could help. Fortunately, someone had already called 911 and a fire truck pulled up. It seemed as though someone had slipped something into the poor girl's drink.

We had a VIP booth with bottle service reserved at the Century Room. This place was unlike any other club I've ever been to. You're actually not allowed to sit down unless you've reserved a booth. Being as "swanky" as it was, there was an interesting crowd of people there - a slightly older crowd than your usual Toronto Clubland frequent fliers, and a lot of men who were dressed as though they wanted to be members of The Killers. It was interesting to push through a whole crowd of them as I made my way to the bathroom.


The music wasn't too great until two guys showed up - one with a djembe, and one with a tenor sax. They were obviously hired by the club, and started jamming to the tracks the DJ was spinning. It sounded awesome. Once they were done, we danced to some hip-hop until it was time to head back to the limo.

After a street meat and McDonald's pit stop, we were back at the house. A perfect end to a perfect night - everyone climbed into their own comfy bed and slept like babies.

Cheers, ladies!

Le sigh.

In a perfect world, airplanes wouldn't cost anything and be available all the time.

Just because.

I haven't been feeling too inspired to write anything lately, so this is the best I could do for now. Besides, doesn't everyone with a blog make a list like this?

• I have travelled to 11 different countries, if you include the US. It sounds way more impressive than it actually is.
• I don't like most seafood because it takes too much work to eat.
• I've never had a broken bone, bee sting, stitches, or a full-blown nosebleed.
• I have had over 30 mosquito bites on my face and neck at one time. I had to take aspirin, lie down, and have my face bathed with a cold, wet cloth to make sure I didn't become delirious.
• I wore braces for over 4 years in high school.
• I stopped going to Brownies because I wanted to take piano lessons instead. I've never regretted that decision.
• In middle school, I slapped a guy because he tried to grab my ass. He cried.
• I got my first zit on my 19th birthday.
• I have never had a job in retail or in the food industry.
• I absolutely hate popping balloons.
• I love long weekends, and I'm excited to see how this one turns out!

In honour of the occasion...

To all mothers, their teeth and mouths included, happy Mother's Day!

She's Only Happy in the Sun

For those who might have missed the big announcement, Radiohead is coming to Toronto in June. Tickets went on sale yesterday morning at 10. I was online AND on the phone, but of course, it didn't work. First Coldplay, and now this... I'm beginning to think that I'll never be able to see them until I'm old and retired. By that time, they might not be popular anymore, and they'll only be playing in places like Casino Rama. I'll be sitting there, in my big hat, tacky Hawaiian-patterned dress and purchasing some sort of band merch with the change I won at the nickel machines. Sad. Very sad.

It's especially sad since I really want to go to a good concert this summer. Thankfully, Ben Harper is also coming to town, and he's not playing hard to get. I just scored tickets to see him and Bedouin Sound Clash at the Amphitheatre!

Finally!

Summer is finally close enough that I can almost taste it. Days are warm and sunny, the science centre workshops are sweltering, and the number of icons on my desktop are increasing with the size of my to-do list. Yes, my friends, it's camp time again!

(ahem... we're all a little crazy.)

Ridiculously early mornings, crazy children who are afraid of dirt, complete coffee-induced (and sleep deprived) delirium... Oh, Fine Arts Camp, I can hardly wait!

"I see Joey, and Kelly, and Amanda..."

I received a cute gift this morning. JS brought me back a small piece of Hawaii! This particular piece happens to be a keychain that looks like a license plate. It says my name on it, not only in English, but in Hawaiian!

Do you remember all those name-bearing trinkets that were around when you were a kid? Were you the kid who could never find your name printed on anything, no matter how hard you looked? To this day, I remember my 5 year-old self longingly searching through every rack of toothbrushes, pencils, combs and keychains in every department store and souvenir shop just to find something, ANYTHING that said "Sabrina". Why did girls named Sarah and Lisa always get to have everything I wanted? It just wasn't fair.

To add insult to injury, my name was never called on Romper Room and Friends when she looked in the magic mirror at the end of every episode. I was one of the tallest kids in my kindergarten class, for crying out loud... and she couldn't even see me! Some magic mirror, lady.

But today, I feel as though the world has righted itself in some (absolutely ridiculous and inconsequential) way. I finally have my keychain - a frickin' bilingual one! Once upon a time, girls named Sabrina couldn't find personalized souvenirs. Now, we can get 2 names for the price of one. Incredible!

Take that, Romper Room. I don't need you anymore.