fragileheart's journal

I haven’t been too busy to write. I definitely have had plenty on my mind that I could have written about. I’ve just been distracted¹. I’d tell you about it but you probably wouldn’t be interested anyway².

I’m finally coming up for air though and I really wanted to take stock of all the fun things I’ve done since Canadian Music Week. Being a hair model at the ABA hair show again this year was a slightly different experience than previous years. First of all, I missed Jason dearly but I made new sexy friends so I wasn’t that sad. I was at the hair show for two days. My hair got coloured, wet, cut, blow-dried, curled, pulled at, straightened and all sorts of other glorious things. It was a lot of fun, as always, and I really hope I get to do it all over again next year.

Next on the agenda was a delightful surprise. I was invited by my good friend, Andrew, to attend the Feminist Porn Awards. It was every bit as sexy and as open³ as I had hoped. There was sex, sexy and then some. I recall being very turned on all night long, and yet I felt quite satisfied going home to sleep in my own bed that night⁴. My favourite part of the night was when Mahogany Storm & someone whose name escapes me right now took to a single pole on stage. Oh. My. Gah. It was hot.

What else, my brother got a puppy. Who he named Drogo. It hasn’t quite affected my life as much since I’m never home but it’s still pretty nice being able to play with a puppy whenever I feel like⁵. Isn’t he cute?

Naturally, I was also able to see some live music since Canadian Music Week. Like The Elwins’ 7″ release at the Horseshoe Tavern. There were a lot of people there to support the adorable boys; it was hot and sweaty, and deliciously fun. I didn’t dance that night but only because I was pretty tired, and I wasn’t in the mood to bump elbows with a tall person in tow⁶.

I also managed to get back from Hamilton⁷ just in time for Graydon James’ book launch for The Mall of Small Frustrations. I gotta tell ya, it was the perfect end to a very long 10-day contract. I arrived just before the show started and was able to grab a seat at a table near the back for the songwriter-in-the-round with Ron Hawkings, Stephen Stanley and Andrea Ramolo who performed so beautifully⁸. Graydon read a passage from his novel; his performance made me wish I could buy an audio copy of him reading the entire book because I will be hearing his voice read it to me from now on anyway.

And then the band, Graydon James & The Young Novelists, took the stage and I found myself grinning from ear to ear for the remainder of the night. I drove home and crashed⁹ only to find myself with the same grin plastered on my face the next morning. It was my first time at Hugh’s Room and I’m so glad I got to spend it supporting people like the Young Novelists¹⁰ because I don’t know that it would have been as memorable if it were anyone else.

There’s a lot more I’m sure I could write about but let’s save that for next time, yeah?

What have you been up to?

Footnotes:

1. happily distracted, mind you[↩]
2. Ha. Maybe they were right, maybe I am a tease[↩]
3. minded[↩]
4. not that my dear friend was not a sexy mo-fo but we are just friends[↩]
5. which is like once in a blue moon[↩]
6. I would have wanted to be right in front of the stage[↩]
7. oh right, that happened too but we are not going to talk about that[↩]
8. I felt so freaking honoured to be in that room with such talent[↩]
9. in bed[↩]
10. and Graydon, duh[↩]