HERE COMES THE SUN.

SUP Y'ALL?!

Toronto was da bomb guys!

Cool things included...

My host Devin Atherton lives 13 steps from the Salvation Army and you know what they called me in another lifetime...





















Psych! I mean THIS lifetime.

I got a DARLING cloche...





















As if being neighbours with Sally Ann isn't awesome enough, Devin lives about 13 times 4 steps from Value Village!
















I won't tell you all about all the great things I found because that would just be lame and boring...but I WILL tell you that the cloche was just the beginning.

OKAY OKAY SO BASICALLY MY SATISFACTORY EXCITING HOODLESS SWEATSHIRT COLLECTION IS NOW MORE THAN SATISFACTORY, IT'S INCREDIBLE.

The best additions to that were found at a VINTAGE DEPOT about 4 steps past my girl Sally Ann.

Devin and his really fun and funny roommate Paul found excellent matching leather jackets there and they were so excited by them that the other lads they lived with were jealous ended up going to get their sweet leather jacket on also and so the boys at the Vintage Depot should definitely give them sweet discounts forever for causing such an uproar over their sweet leather jacket selection.

I am really happy for the lads and their leather so I took pictures of them looking like the Spice Girls eventhough they are actually known as EMERSON DUPLEX if we're going to get real here.
















Seriously though, peep the ORIGINAL.



















As always, CATHOLIC SCHOOL GIRLS RULE and THE SPICE GIRLS are...MUY CALIENTE!


















After Friday's heavy thrift session, I was hungry and POOR despite GREAT BARGAINS.

Luckily, my cousin Mike is not poor and I met him and his girl Bianca and some older guys with real jobs for dinner at what seemed to be a HIP JOINT called Terroni.

The company was surprisingly unintimidating and the calamari was stellar.

And you KNOW what they called me in another lifetime...





















Psych??

Anyways, I was stressed as I boarded the metro at Landsdowne station to make my way to Mike and his crew. I was all of sudden worried I was superlame because my Barbie pink nailpolish was totally chipped and I was wearing sneakers and what the heck do I know about the stock market and life in the real job world?!

Before I knew it I was making arguably innappropriate jokes about fucking B-listers.

So Mike had this partner in crime that looked like someone we all know and love.















I said "YOU KNOW WHO YOU LOOK LIKE?!"

And he was all "I know, I know..."

And I said "Really?? Who..."

And HE said "Jude Law."
















And I almost didn't tell him what I REALLY thought but we had been waiting for a table for awhile, long enough for me to have a few drinks and lose my tact.

I think Jude Law is kind of small and girlish but I'm sure he loves the comparison.

That said, this guy looked just like Carson Daly but he gave this really sweet Scottish homeless man 20 bucks and he didn't even know it was Robbie Burns Day so Carson 2.0 was fine by me.

That didn't stop me from asking him more than once, "So what's it REALLY like fucking Tara Reid..."

I think I made a great impression.

Later I went to Stone's Place where my girl Mansa works and we shooted the shiz and it was really fun eventhough some of the Rolling Stones pictures on the wall are superwack and look like those airbrush photobooth pictures that make the sound of a pencil drawing eventhough they are actually just a robot computer.

Mansa told me Drew Barrymore was there with that guy from that commercial a couple of weeks ago playing pool and then of course we talked about how Drew Barrymore's mid-90s GUESS ads were pretty much the best thing since nothing came between Brooke Shields and her Calvins.






















Drew Barrymore circa GUESS MAGIC was definitely tacked on my wall next to Jason Priestley's Pepe Jeans ads back before I had fully developed breasts.























In regards to this, some may reference our dear friend Virginia Slim by saying, "You've come a long way, baby..."

HowEVER...

I say "GUCCI SMOOCHY!"

Truth be told, although I'll always have a soft spot for pre-breast reduction Drew Barrymore and I actually thought she was totally great in Poison Ivy, my old roommate Caroliner and I definitely had Drew Barrymore in Gucci on our fridge the moment we spotted her doin' the damn thing 2.2 years ago looking like sassy vixen that she is, working it, working it, and WORKING IT.

So Saturday I hit Kensington with my girl PJ and we talked to this drama therapist/owner of store with really great earrings and other funny stuff for long enough that he told us to each pick out a pair for free because we listened to his life story.

He was actually a really cool dude and I'll link his website when I find his card and tell anyone who cares when he's doing his workshops at Concordia in the coming months.

More importantly, here is a sneak peek of the beautiful earrings I chose, as rocked by Devin's roommate Paul without much prompting and THAT is why he totally rules.
















Am I right or am I right?!

Other Kensington highlights include an epic addition to my cowboy boot collection...I now have more than enough cowboy boots to walk on all eights wearing cowboy boots if I were a very large spider and I had a human owner with the same size feet as me in very large spider form.














I don't care if you think they went lame when Sienna Miller said fuck off to boho chic and the peasant skirt.

My sister's Hilary's friend Phoebe's mom is like Captain Vintage of Toronto/The World or something and SHE says that if you're going to go vintage with shoes COWBOY BOOTS IS WHERE IT'S AT because someone else breaks them in and you are left to totally rule in your cowboy boots without having to break them in!

I guess you've waited long enough.

HERE THEY ARE!!!
















To the right of my KILLER BOOTS you'll notice HONEY DIJON MISS VICKIES.

I had one of the best laughs of the weekend when Devin's roommate Dustin kept saying "I bought them for you...but MOSTLY for the house...but mostly for you...but MOSTLY for Devin...but mostly for the house...but MOSTLY for you...but mostly for Devin...but MOSTLY for the house" in continous loop for about three minutes and I don't know if it sounds funny but I was choking and in hysterics over how bloody hilarious it was.

Come on...

Imagine THIS guy saying that.
















Whatever, it was funny.

PJ peer pressured me into another pair of incredible boots (albeit non-cowboy ones) and they are basically all the sexy sweetness of Mia Sara as Sloane Peterson in Ferris Bueller in white leather form with silver studs and SILVER-BEADED TASSLES.

She told me that the vintage gods have blessed me with really cute small feet and I should stop crying about food money and embrace that.
















PJ really wished my Sloane Petersons fit her and she said that she would buy them if I didn't so that in 3 hours when I regretted not buying them, I could buy them from her and it would be no big deal and I should stop crying about food money and embrace that.

What else...

I saw Atonement and it was sexy at times.

I went to a nice restaurant called Bodega with Devin and his sister for his big quarter century feast. It is fancy and pricey but during this thing called Winterlicious (something like it was happening in Montreal a couple of weeks ago) they have a bunch of restaurants that have cheaper meals for country folk like us.

I HAD THE FOLLOWING:
-Roasted Beet Salad (with walnuts and bleu cheese, orange ginger dressing)
-Grilled Salmon Filet (with Provençal vegetables and lentil du puy, tarragon cream sauce)
-Warm Banana Cake (with vanilla ice-cream)

It was great, I guess.

It was also great when Devin tried to help out our already nervous waitress by piling up our plates and putting the bread basket on the floor.

Everyone ELSE thought that this would probably make her MORE NERVOUS and RUSHED and that putting the bread basket on the floor was actually a really weird move that I'm still having a hard time comprehending...

We went to see some stand-up comedians after dinner and it was funny (sometimes).

Then we went to McDonald's because that's the cool thing to do hours after a fancy dinner.

I got a MCFLURRY and the guy behind the counter called everyone "bro" except me.

He then came and said what's up while we were eating and Devin told him it was his birthday and then this kid offered him CRACK and the really weird thing is that he was clearly not joking at all. It was really weird. He asked if we smoked crack and when we said no he said damn shame because he had an extra bag for the birthday bro. It was really weird. And I'm not one to make jokes about crack because I think it's not that funny to say "Are you on crack?!" just because someone is in a silly mood or making poor choices regarding the direction of their life. Just because I'm silly sometimes and sometimes I bounce off the wall, sometimes I hear "OMG! You are SUCH a crack baby Nicola!" which is up there with "gay" and "retarded" on the wall of words that are often used in really lame ways.

JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, NO ONE FINDS THE WORD "RETARDED" (WHEN THROWN AROUND LIKE IT'S NO BIGGIE) MORE IRKSOME THAN MY BOY TED MIRSKY.

Monday I rolled with Ted at his swanky bachelor pad that he can't wait to vacate which is weird because the place came with really great curtains. He called them "the curtains from my grade 5 classroom" and I thought that was really funny but he said that the girl who came and looked at the place earlier totally didn't get it and he was like "Listen...nevermind".

Ted called my sister when I was on the way there and asked her what to buy for us to eat.

She told him I like cheese and PARTY MIX and that is a blatant lie.

Wait, sorry...THAT is a blatant lie.

Ted hooked up the CAMEMBERT and some baguette too and they only had CHEESY PARTY MIX and not the one with SUN CHIPS but we soldiered on and had some Heinekens too and were both really confused about the new labels because everyone likes to rip up paper beer labels and throw them on the ground for the bitchy barbacktress to pick up later when we're busy after-partying at the Holiday Inn so why make these plastic labels you can peel off easily to put on your SNOWBOARD?? Who knows...

I think that I have covered all the relatively amusing/exciting events that were hot in the T.DOT.

I like to leave a little something to the imagination, know what I'm sayin'??





















GOD BLESS PAM ANDERSON AND HER EPIC GOOGLE DRESS.

It's great because I would be NOWHERE without my dear girl GOOGLE IMAGE.












IN CONCLUSION...I had a great time in Toronto, Ontario and thanks to all that made it such a fun time!

Montreal is great but we need more cheap and tasty Carribean eats around these parts.

I STILL LOVE POUTINE THOUGH BUT THE ROTI NEAR DEVIN'S IS BETTER THAN THE ROTI ON ST. LAURENT IN THE CORRIDOR BETWEEN PINE AND PRINCE ARTHUR.