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Friday, October 29, 2010

....That was def blogworthy.

Hello lovely readers,
So, last night after class, which was till dreadful 10pm, I sped to Fella's bands latest show. It was at the uber hip Sneaky Dee's on College and Bathurst. After arriving well past showtime, I caught the last song and an encore of Fella's band. As I shimmied through the metal heads, I met up with fellow blogger, SNMFASH and Classique Studios coworker/photographer, Tishan Baldeo. And, the lovely Katrina Sung, blogger, photographer. As the bands thrashed, I continuously looked out the window to check if my car was still there. You see, the show started at 10:10pm and I left York at 10pm.... so I was definitely rushing to make the last two songs and found myself running to SD's without paying for parking.
After Fella's set, I broke a $20 and made sure my new baby was still there. (Just got a new car last Saturday) After a smoke break with Tish we headed back up to see the last two remaining bands. Ash Lee Blade, and the historical metal band(members) of the night, Thor.


Bottom: Katrina and I, with Ash Lee Blade's D.D. Murley.

Ash, did his thang on stage and the band did their usual fantasmic job. But, then it was Thor's turn... and yeah. So, this is the juicy part. Thor, an older gentle-rocker from the 80s, did his thang. Switched from costume to costume as the night went on. But, at one point the stage was flooded with scantly glad women. One of the dancers... was exactly that a dancer....stripper to be exact. She was doing her thang, riskay with this crowd, but all good fun. Her moves were killer... you could def hear some male mouth-breathers gawk. At one point however, which Tish and I missed due to another smoke break, our fab dancer disrobed...just a little... on top. When we, Tish and I, returned I was confronted by Fella and his band mate Gram Reaper, that we missed quite the revealing. I thought revealing? What are they talking about? And then, I looked up to the stage and there she was, the fabulous sexy dancer, only in her jean shorts and boots... W---T---F?
After multiple doubletakes, Thor had his fill of the riskay-dancer, and kinda got her removed. Just off stage though, but she was kinda manhandled by the door bouncer.
All in all, an interesting night. And, before the revealing, the dancer did her thang wonderfully and made the band look pretty epic. It was very Mötley Crüe circa 87', the "Girls, Girls, Girls" stage. You should defs check out an article for the mag I wrote on them. One of my fav pieces. I'm not bias either! I love Fella, but damn a fella in a band def makes my knees quiver.

xoxo,
Brit S.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Oh La, La!

After a night at the GotStyle: Red Light Affair with Fella, a morning after dosage of Coras' breakfast was hungrily necessary. Sitting across from Fella, and after a few weeks of hearing "Brit, start a blog!", from friends and family the last, "You should start a blog," comment from Fella got me fed up and ready to begin. Even Toronto purse designer, Jeanne Lottie, told me to start a blog when we first met yesterday at her lovely client appreciation sale. So, over breakfast the name scramble began over a cup of tea. (Yes, a pun, I love puns and feel that I am punny here and there.) With absolutely no help from my fella, I looked around and found myself staring at "Shopper's Drugmart," and that is how "le shopper: a britique" began.



Now, lets talk about last night! Well, after a quick subway ride and cab, Fella and I arrived fashionably late at the Amsterdam Brewery where the Red Light Affair was being held. This industrial setting was a little eerie to me, but as we hopped out of the cab and walked to the doors/ opening for beer deliveries, red lights boomed from up above. Now, after switching into my new YSL booties from theOutnet.com in the cab, the ramp to the red lights up above was a definite hike. Thank goodness for my tall glass of water's stability! I just pictured myself rolling head first, booties flying, down the ramp... I definitely earned my "cup" of wine when I made it up to the lights. 2 cups later, the fashion show began. Great styles and eye wear from male model to male model. It was a definite hottie show, of course none of the outfits/kilts would ever make it to Fella's closet, but hey, that's okay he's a tee and jeans type of guy. We're actually going shopping tomorrow for him at Yorkdale... I invited myself when he said he needed new jeans. I'll be there holding a load of tees, shirts, and jackets...being ignored when I say, "Just try it on!" Anywho, back to yesterday. So, as the show ended and my cup ran empty (somehow), it was time to blow this beer stand, and grab a late dinner with the Fella at Yonge and Dundas. YUMS!
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