New York-New York Hotel & Casino, Las Vegas | February 2010
I wore my favourite hat this past Friday. The hat was a hit! It was passed around like some courvoisier, all my friends had a try. My Irish friend, Stu, commented on how well it suited me. This reminded me of my love for this fedora, and an incident in Vegas: I wore this hat at Vanity nightclub.. where some dude on the dance floor grabbed it off my head. From behind. Just so you know, you do NOT touch anything on the head of a Leo. Hair, hat, head piece.. ANYTHING.. for any purpose. It’s equivalent to me snatching your spectacles and cleaning them for you or something. Personal space, yo.
Needless to say, my emotions took over. I yanked my beloved off his head, and swacked him across the face with it. Whoops. I felt a bit sheepish, especially after I saw the alarm in his eyes, and the shock on his face.. Poor guy probably just wanted flirt a little… but… oh well. I still stand my ground. I really don’t know what came over me, but from that night on, my grey felt fedora became known as “The Hat of Controversy.”
justeezy x dnn x jap_gurl | jeeve’s basement, Edmonton, AB | summer ’06
Jeeve’s basement was always a good chill spot: glow-in-the-dark.. everywhere, bunk bed, random 80s children’s toys, black and white TV, radio, and whatever else random bullshit there was.
This was the day when we played 21 for way too long, drank too many slurpies, laughed while watching “Requiem for a Dream”, and wrote a rhyme. Gut-busting, I tell you. It was the kind of day where randomness and stupidity reigned, but it also mysteriously offered a sense of accomplishment to a naive, reckless, and confused girl (maybe it’s because our rhyme was off the hook….naw, it really wasn’t).
These days, I feel fulfilled when I’m working hard… but throwback photos like this remind me not to put too much value on time… that keeping my spontaneity alive also fulfills my happiness.
For the last 3-4 years, I’ve been flipping back and forth between working hard and and playing hard, struggling to find the golden mean, while still remaining true to myself. I suppose the problem lies with me somehow attaching spontaneity only to pleasure….
Had my iTouch on “shuffle”, and Blackstar’s K.O.S. (Determination) via Still Dreamin 4 (Trackstar the DJ) came on. A sudden flood of memories from Toronto came to. I specifically correlate that song to playing Big 2 for shots in “the basement” one evening.. I don’t really remember the events of that evening, but I remember that moment. Just looking around the table at everyone concentrating on their cards, probably figuring out their next strategy, bobbing their heads to Blackstar. I just felt so thankful for being where I was at that moment. You know those moments!? I miss it. The smell of the streets, cooking dinner with Mykie, shopping for fresh produce in Kensington Market, catching live bands, the FOOD, the music, the art, the drunken walks, the loafted walks… I could go on forever. I miss all that culture the city contains. Can’t wait to go back and visit. But this time, in the Summer.
“Word word, now wait a minute now before you jet it to the curb
Start to make affections, which is good not the hurt
But it, it aint me, and I, I ain’t blurred
I’ma still just chill with you
Maybe things could change if you change your view
If not then I guess it is cool
just, to keep to yourself and adbide by the rules, right”
