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Very, very good weekend.

On Friday night I trekked up to Canada visiting some of my friends at the University of Western Ontario, hence the lack of posts. (Sorry!) A trip to see my ladies from Toronto, Jackie and Kristina and some of the crazy boys from VB was the perfect way to escape from the busy city for a while. 

Somehow I think I may have forgotten over the past 4 years that it snows in Canada. It's been a good while since I've had to tough out a cold Canadian winter and I made the silly mistake of packing my converse and  my vintage loafers with holes in the sole. Kudos me. 

Scott, Brodie and Mark were very nice to host us in their lovely home and feed me breakfast one morning. A big thank you to Brodie for driving our lazy asses around all weekend. It was also great seeing Chris and Riley on in their huge house on Saturday night and even Michael Pollard made a few cameo appearances. We listened to lots of Girl Talk in the car, which I guess makes up for the fact that I missed out on the concert in NYC this weekend. Boo!

I guess you can call me a blogger amateur for not bringing my camera along for the ride. But in my defense, my big Nikon wouldn't have fit in my carry on! 

To all my darling hosts this weekend, here is one for you.

Much, much love. 

xo D

So Chelsea Piers is a sinking ship?

Yes it's true. Soon we might not have a place to escape to in the middle of the night to get our nature fix. The four of us had ventured off at 1AM to sit in the beautiful park and stare out across the Hudson River at New Jersey. Unfortunately, our favourite sitting spot was closed for the night so we were pretty disappointed. Luckily we found some cool places along the way to goof around in. It has been crazy warm out this last week so I was even a little toasty in a scarf (my new favourite find) and sweater.  Meanwhile, Tyler and gang were off trying to find a way into the Benny Benassi concert in Midtown. 

Speaking of Tyler, the poor boy has been working hard and playing hard lately. His new job works long hours and he is certainly burning the candle from both ends with quite a large amount of essays for school. New routines are tough as we all know, so we should be hearing more from him soon.

Miss you T-Straw. 

xo D 

Bitchy kitty.

Take caution when meeting...

...Betsy Leighanna Webb or Kitty Kat. (yes with a K)

Who was it that said "the street is not your runway?"

Sure Chelsea is a fun neighborhood to venture out in...but we decided to take our trip up to the Meat Packing District tonight.  From looking at beautiful apartments in the West Village, to observing the life of a homeless man in his shopping cart, we decided we really do love New York.  I gave a poor man a cigarette and a rich woman a dirty look.  We froze our noses off and warmed our hands as much as we could then the words of Scott, "Im tired, we're going back" lead us to our happy little home at 20th street. 

The expression "Your eyes were bigger than your stomach!" was not the case tonight...or really any night.  We ordered a large cheese pizza with green peppers on it for the five of us.  It was beautiful.  Sitting around singing Lady Gaga and attempting to watch Two Guys One Horse (so god damn nasty) are the nights we big ladies call "girls night in." With homework on the back burner we sat and talked about nothing for a few hours, and although we did get that extra hour of time today, we can all agree it will be spent painting, writing, traveling, or trying to find our hard drive.  Goodnight everyone...well good morning now =] 

xo T&D