Oh my, I love cake.
People of Vancouver, put this in your iCal and go…and eat cake.

Sharks + Hammers
56A Powell Street
Vancouver
Oh my, I love cake.
People of Vancouver, put this in your iCal and go…and eat cake.

Sharks + Hammers
56A Powell Street
Vancouver
PJ’s Party
Well well well. Last week was quite the seven days of epicness. Apologies for my lack of posting of late but I’ve just taken an issue to print and had the inlaws on my couch for a week, whilst it was my bf’s bday and we also had a week event. SHEESH! No time for anything!
But it was lovely to have mayorette and bf’s sis Rikki in town! And Paul’s 30th bday week was fun. In true Alex fashion however I fucked up my time at the party.
It’s so shit, I am PRIME PARTY GIRL on a week day or a night that doesn’t mean shit, but when it comes to a night that’s actually important, I ALWAYS fuck it up pass out, green out, fuck out, you name it. So in a classic Alex move I disappeared after “going to the bathroom” at around 12.30am and locked myself in my bedroom to die (and throw up). Weed and punch may sound fantastic, but I can assure you, they are not good bedfellows. Hellll no. I didn’t even pass out, I just lay in bed feeling sick and freaking out and didn’t want to talk to anyone (man I loved having a lockable door right then). Ah well. I’ll just add it to the list of other milestones I’ve fucked up (such as my 21st).
I know I’m old and shit with the tendency to fuck out, but what the fuck is with ppl rocking up to a house party after 1am!!?? ie. a fuck load of my friends!! (ahem Celeste, Nancy, Alana, Maria, need I go on). So sorry I missed y’all but cmon post midnight rock ups are pretty crazy right! But enough of my bitching. Here’s the pics, looked like a fun party, not that I’d know!