Charley the Good Witch, Count Benjula of Transylvastown and Cowboy Casey of the Wild Wild Eastside wish you all the happiest of Halloweens!
Photo: tempest_kat on Flickr
In celebration of Halloween, I decided to open the Tickle Trunk and pull out a few old family photos. While I won’t be dressing up tonight, the monkeys will be before making their way to a Halloween party for pooches. That said, tomorrow holds no pictures to look forward to of yours truly dressed skanky, bloody, horrifying or angelic. I have, however, been any number of those things in the past…
I don’t remember going through a fat phase as a child, but then again, maybe I did. It kinda adds to the whole “cherubic” nature of being an angel, so I get points for that.
A natural ham, my brother went as a clown one year. Funny to some, terrifying to many.
My mom handmade this mouse costume about two decades ago, which more than made the rounds between my brother and I. How freakin’ cute!
This was snapped in the late 70s, pre-Keira-Anne. My dad’s hand, clearly, is fondling my moms chestular region (yeah, I know that’s not a real word). I can only assume that he, like Al Bundy, had a thing for “Big ‘Uns.”
Thanks for passing the girls on to me, Mom.
I was pretty proud of my ingenious witch wig. I took a clothes hanger, bent it into a perfect halo shape and tied countless pieces of grey yarn to it and placed the halo on my head under my witch hat. Martha in the making, I tell you.
Lastly, I think my brother was supposed to be dressed as a zombie here. I can’t be sure. What I do know is that I was responsible for his make-up. I thought it looked pretty rad at the time…at the time.
Not being much of one for parties or going out, after the boys attend their pooch party (with treats for tricks), I’m having just a couple friends over for wine, yummy food and board games (which will be played while Duane sits in the corner and takes 386 pictures of Casey).
What’s everyone else got planned for this evening?
Clearly I am not married, and therefore cannot have an experienced viewpoint on the subject, but I have a piece to say. It seems that every other Facebook friend I have has recently updated their status to something regarding their excitement over Madonna’s concert here in Vancouver tonight.
While I consider myself to be a lifelong fan and normally would do almost anything to attend, I’m not at all envious of those that are going. Though I can admit a daily addiction to People‘s website, I’m not normally one to take an interest in celebrity gossip. However, the way in which Madonna’s purportedly handled the fallout of her marriage to Guy Ritchie has caused me to lose a great deal of respect for the Material Girl. I’m on Team Guy in this battle.
Original Photo: grittycitygirl on Flickr
To publicly slag her soon-to-be ex is completely unnecessary and undoubtedly inappropriate. There are three children between Guy and Madonna, and protecting them should be most important. Adults would have to be completely daft to assume that kids aren’t intuitive enough to pick up on what’s really going on. Putting children in the middle ground position is simply unfair.
And while I’m on the topic of marriage and divorce, it bothers me to no end to hear that a Hollywood couple is divorcing because their careers kept them apart all the time. Call a spade a spade and stop hiding behind that facade because it’s no excuse. The day you commit yourself to one person is the day you forsake everything else. That multiplies ten-fold when children come into the picture. And if career ambitions are at a person’s forefront, it’s my opinion that he or she has no business committing to a marriage. It’s a lifelong covenant, one to which everything else is penultimate.
Before she was a solo artist, before she guest-spotted for Postal Service and before she fronted Rilo Kiley, Jenny Lewis made films (anyone seen Big Girls Don’t Cry…They Get Even? Didn’t think so). It’s been since then that I’ve adored her and I still adore Ms. Lewis to this day. She was the only and the entire reason for me and Jen’s trip to Seattle this weekend.
We arrived at the legendary Showbox Theatre at the Market at 4 p.m. on Sunday afternoon in hopes to snag our tickets, only to be met with the news that the show was sold out. The bouncer at the adjacent Green Room told us that if we came to the bar around 5 p.m. when they opened, perhaps we’d get squeezed in with some last minute tickets.
We did as we were told and returned an hour later, sucking back on vodka sodas (hold the soda) with lime until doors opened at 7 p.m. The show was still sold out with no extra tickets yet to be released, so we plundered the sidewalk in hopes that a scalper would be hanging around. No luck.
After half an hour, one of the bouncers came out and told us if we went back into the Green Room and hung out in the back, he’d find a way to get us in. Within minutes, Jen and I found ourselves in the second row behind the stage gate. We were in and we were ready for Jenny Lewis.
A few minutes after the clock struck eight, Jenny Lewis and her five-piece band hit the stage to deafening cheers. I couldn’t even tell you what she opened with or what she played because everything passed in such a blur.
A crowd favourite was most definitely the acoustic track of her same-titled sophomore disc, “Acid Tongue.”
Seeing this woman playing live for the second time was completely unreal. Plus, it only served to further solidify her status of “Official Girl Crush” for me.
The only disappointment I felt with the show was in that Jenny didn’t play “Godspeed” – my favourite track from her new disc. However, I did manage to spot her at Pike Place Market in the hours before the show, enjoying some solo mellow time. She’s petite but hard to miss.
That being said, the show was worth every penny spent and every mile driven. There’s something about Jenny Lewis that engages her audience from note one. She has a stage presence that is playful yet poised, reserved and yet real. I’d see her again in a heartbeat and you’d all be crazy not to follow my example.
Jen has also reviewed the show with some photos of her own and an awesome video clip, which can all be found here.
WordPress is severely pissing me off this morning and has partially deleted my blog post about the Jenny Lewis show in Seattle an astounding five times. I’ll hopefully get this glitch figured out later today and re-post my review of the show at that point. Until then, sorry folks – the box office is closed.
When I first heard that Jenny Lewis was playing in Seattle, I grabbed my other favourite Jenny and made a run for the border.
Every trip to the United States begins bright and early with breakfast at IHOP. Me, Jenny and my boots loaded up on a short stack with a side of some of the best bacon I’ve ever had.
With our bellies full, we headed southbound on I-5 with only Seattle as our destination.
I was beyond excited to be heading into Seattle for two reasons: 1) I hadn’t been down for a visit for, quite literally, years; and 2) Seattle holds a lot of history for me and my generation, being home to everything from Nirvana to Singles to Starbucks.
Our only hotel needs were sleeping and showering, so we wanted something decent but cheap. After fielding a few recommendations, we settled on the historic Moore Hotel. The building has been a landmark in “Emerald City” since 1907, and is full of charming rooms with a pre-war NYC flair.
With two narcissists under one roof, upgrading from a room to a suite was crucial. And at US$115, it was a deal we couldn’t turn down.
After check-in, we headed out into downtown Seattle and the Pike Place Market area to explore while we killed time before Jenny Lewis was to take the stage at the Showbox Theatre.
The last time we’d eaten was around 8:00 a.m., which after the afternoon we’d had walking around, seemed about three days ago. Hoping to recreate the amazing fish n’ chips experience we’d had in Tofino, we parked our butts at Lowell’s in the Market. Their claim-to-fame is “Almost Classy!” I beg to differ. I would instead say “Almost Tasty!”
Jenny Lewis’ show deserves its own blog post, so check back for that tomorrow. This morning, after a fantastic nine-hour sleep, Jenny and I headed back to Vancouver. Stopping at Alderwood Mall for a tasty treat from Hot Dog On A Stick is also somewhat of a must-do for me when I’m in the States, and Jenny had never tried it before.
We both decided on a large cherry lemonade (my favourite) and a traditional turkey meat hot dog on a stick. The HDOAS staff are notoriously friendly – at least at this location – and Anna was sweet enough to throw in a sample of their cheese on a stick. It tasted exactly like a grilled cheese sandwich – delicious!
My next trip to Seattle will not come soon enough! Check back later tomorrow for all the details and photos from my night in Heaven with Jenny Lewis. You can also check out Jenny’s blog post here.
It’s 10:59 a.m. and I’m still stretched out in bed. There’s something about the change in season that makes it harder to get out of bed, more challenging to choose fashion over warmth and function when getting dressed and nearly impossible to find energy and motivation.
Photo: fddi1 on Flickr
It is also, however, the season that’s usually filled with excitement and much to look forward to. Tomorrow marks the start of that with me and Jennifer‘s trip to Seattle. It’s been far too long since I’ve made my way to Puget Sound and can’t yet even believe that I’ll be seeing Jenny Lewis in concert. Naturally, I’ll have a ton of photos (and hopefully a few exciting stories) to share when I’m back on Monday. Until then, have a fabulous weekend, everyone!
A few days ago, I received a comment from a reader with regard to products geared to the guys. While I tout a lot of girlie goods on my blog, I’m more than happy to break away for an edition dedicated solely to men. While clearly these aren’t products I’ve personally ever used, they are, however, items that men I know use or are of a highly reputable quality. Here are my top three picks…
A few Christmases ago, I picked up The Body Shop’s Face Protector for my brother. He is not the type to use any sort of grooming product above the bare minimum, but knowing how active he is and how much he loves to snowboard, this was perfect for him. Male skin needs conditioning just as much as that of women, and this minimally-scented cream is perfect for just that. Particularly being in outdoor elements, The Body Shop’s Face Protector helps minimize skin damage from the elements of wind and cold. This maca root variety is new to me and I couldn’t seem to find the exact face protector my brother uses on the Body Shop’s website, so sleuth around a bit when you’re in the store. Also, because it contains no SPF, make sure you blend some in – especially on days you’ll be hitting the slopes or the sea.
Forgive me for generalizing, but most men I know tend to grab whatever is cheapest or whatever “smells awesome” when it comes to choosing shampoo. My best friend is no exception, and he’d often pick shampoos without really considering the contents. Being that I am a total whore for B&b. products, I picked up some of their Tonic Shampoo for him to try, convinced he’d be hooked. And guess what? I couldn’t have been more right. Though the majority of B&b.’s line isn’t overly girlie, this particular shampoo is perfect for men. It’s highly concentrated so you only need a miniscule amount to get fantastic results, and the extracts of tea tree oil, peppermint oil and other delicious vitamins throw an invigorating party on your scalp.
P.S. Pair it with the Tonic Spray (my personal addiction) for maximum results.
It’s no secret that Clinique is my ride (and then some) when it comes to personal skin care, but did you know that they carry an entire line especially and specifically for you men? The company was founded on principles of healthy and fantastic skin, and that’s extended to haircare and fragrance. Clinique is also dermatologist recommended and prescribed – if you can believe it – and ranges from face soap to shave cream to skin hydrator and back again. If you’re not adventurous enough to hit up a Clinique counter at your local department store (The Bay, Sears and Holt Renfrew are always safe bets) on your own, bring along a chick friend – we love doing that kind of stuff. For the most part, the staff really know what they’re talking about, so meet up with one of them to figure out what’ll work best for you.
And finally, a few liner note to take with you:
1. Cologne – Most women I know prefer little-to-no cologne. Personally, the natural scent of a man (as long as he’s rockin’ some deodorant) is far sexier. Keep in mind that if you put on enough cologne that can be detected by women 15 feet away, you’ll only ward them off. As well, I can’t tell you how many men I know use (or have used) Swiss Army, Acqua Di Gio or any other common cologne. Spend some time at the expansive department store counter and find something unique and different – we’ll thank you for it.
2. Price – What’s the point in shelling out big bucks on a stylish wardrobe if your hair and skin aren’t looking as strong? Great hair and great skin will compliment any outfit, and sometimes it’ll cost you a little extra. What’s fantastic about that is, generally speaking, most high-end products have a higher concentration and more pure contents, so they’ll last you longer and you’ll know what you’re smearing on your body. Also keep in mind that almost all drugstore brand shampoos contain a great deal of chemicals, detergent and most contain formaldehyde!
3. The Basics – You have strong, working hands and we like to hold them. A little bit of hand balm goes a long way in terms of softness and holdability. The same can be said of chapstick. While I prefer men to be more rugged and less groomed, don’t overlook the bare necessities. Also, chest waxing has got to go out the door!
(Holy crap I’m long-winded!)
Feel free to share some of your favourites in the comments…if you wish.
I can be the first to admit that I’m somewhat of a killjoy when it comes to Halloween. In fact, the last time I dressed up for the event and sweated my ass off was in 2005 at Celebrities.
I dressed as an angel. Original, right? Ha. At least back then I was 15 pounds heavier and still had tits. Oh how I miss my girls…
Anyways, as always, I won’t be dressing up this year. I will have two monsters to take care of on that ghoulish night as it is, and so I’d much rather stay housebound with some snackage and a few spooky flicks. The Boston Globe’s entertainment website recently posted a list of the 50 scariest movies to plaster screens. Here are my top three Halloween-ish treats:
3. Arachnophobia (1990) – Amblin Entertainment
Before this film, I couldn’t have cared less about the little menaces. However, this movie put such a fear of spiders in my heart that I cannot even bear to post a screenshot on my blog. I know many people “fear” spiders or think they’re just gross, but I truly fear them in every sense of the word since seeing this Jeff Daniels-helmed eight-legged fest. I fear what they could do to me, I fear the idea of their hairy legs slowly crawling on my skin, I fear them jumping at my and landing all over my body. I believe spiders were designed with the sole purpose of one day terrorizing me.
2. The Devil’s Rejects (2005) – Lions Gate Films
I love this movie. I love this movie! First off, let me say that if you can get past the content of the film, it’s packed full of fantastic performances and incredibly innovative direction. And on the other hand if you can’t, you’ll be treated to a full-on gore fest in Rob Zombie’s unofficial follow-up to 2003’s terribly twisted House of 1000 Corpses. Rejects follows three members of the Firefly family as they’re on the run from authorities in Texas, leaving an oozing trail of blood in their wake. Plus there’s a hot chick who is also super badass, so you can never go wrong with that.
P.S. The 70s soundtrack is reason enough to check this out.
1. The Shining (1980) – Warner Bros. Pictures
To this day, Stanley Kubrick’s masterpiece is one movie I still cannot watch alone. Some people are frightened by blood and entrails; others are frightened by feeling absolute terror. Jack Nicholson delivers a performance of horrific proportions as a family man who brings his wife and son into the Colorado mountains to caretake at the infamous Overlook Hotel. What happens when the cabin fever hits is enough to send anyone running for the hills (or the hedge maze, for that matter).
It’s your turn: share with the class which films get your stomach churning or cause the blood in your veins to run cold…
5 things I was doing 10 years ago:
1. Volunteering at junior high youth group.
2. Working at Northern Reflections.
3. Deciding what I wanted to do since high school was finished.
4. Using ICQ to chat with my online friends (I was beyond cool).
5. Crushing on Trevor Hurst.
5 things on my to do list today:
1. Meet with Tenille on Granville Island.
2. Get through the work day.
3. Get an intense workout in this afternoon.
4. Finally get my butt in gear and register for this weekend’s 10k run.
5. Watch at least two episodes of Law & Order: SVU.
5 snacks I love:
1. Graham crackers (smothered in peanut butter and chocolate chips)
3. Canned peaches
4. Cheese and crackers
5. Hickory sticks
5 things I would do if I were a millionaire:
1. Get rid of all my student loans (and Amy’s too!)
2. Give money to my family
3. Travel extensively
4. Open a sanctuary on an acreage for abused and abandoned dogs
5. Donate funds to the SPCA and downtown eastside support groups
5 places I’ve lived:
2. Port Hardy
5 jobs I’ve had:
1. Legal assistant
2. Pre-school teacher
3. American Eagle shopgirl
4. ice cream scooper
5. Northern Reflections shopgirl (hideous, I know)
5 people I punch:
Photo: miss604 on Flickr
I want to take a moment to join the chorus of hundreds around the globe who are wishing Tony a very happy 102nd birthday this fine Fall day. It’s been a long time since we’ve polished off a pint or two together, but I love the guy all the same.
Tony, I hope your day is filled with wonderful surprises and constant reminders of how appreciated you are. Thank you for being you. Much love from your favourite Canadian blondie.