the view from my hotel room.
WHAT I DID: slept through yawn-enducing seminars that had sounded interesting on paper but ended up being a waste of time (namely, the arts/entertainment panel and the music reviews seminar); discovered michael musto from the village voice, who was the most entertaining keynote speaker of the conference and whom i now adore, got scared by intensely serious seminars, namely the one on investigative reporting and libel; ate and boozed my way for free, thanks to mary&co, cup, and the holiday inn. i overdressed almost every single day because TORONTONIANS TOTALLY OVEREXAGGERATE HOW COLD THEIR CITY IS AND THEY'RE FUCKING WHINERS. i had a great conversation with the chick who worked at the condom shack about lube, then left my new o'my strawberry cheesecake-flavoured lube in the hotel room - i think mel is bringing it back for me - thanks mel!
view from my hotel room at night.
is it weird that i don't feel an ounce of embarrassment over this? you decide. we went to 5ive - first time ever in a gay bar which actually astounds me considering how long i have wished to be a gay man. i got drunk morning to night, which resulted in the most horrible gas and bloatedness for three days straight.
button-making became the new thang and we gave away fulcrum buttons cuz we like to represent. we were clearly the most social paper representin' there. i spent almost $200 at h&m alone and kept on shopping until i
it's a good thing i missed the seminar on "online journalism: blogging" because apparently it sucked balls and i would have tried to hijack the whole thing, just to be a jackass. i took the train both there and back - alone - and fell asleep with corn chips in my mouth.
a female dj at a gay bar? why the fuck not?
WHO: i stopped our sports ed from overspending; shared sex tips with another contributor; bitched about life and gossiped with the volunteer co-ordinator; kicked our editor-in-chief in the crotch after hugging him; was tempted to punch our news ed in the face several times; shared cute bf stories with our prez; and played human pillow with our sex columnist.
i promised they would meet my boyfriend VERY SOON so they will stop thinking he is imaginary. we played drinking games until we fell asleep. i stole hotel soap and took embarrassing photos of everyone. i met up with a friend from ye olden times (hi tyler).
pretty.
i met nk!!!! whose blog i sorely, sorely miss. he became my tourguide for several hours and pretty much sold me on the idea of moving to TO as soon as fucking possible. nk is as nice and intelligent in real life as he is online - not to mention super easy to talk to. we blog-gossipped until it was time for me to leave. in my last hour i bought a blue adidas purse on impulse and gave a good tip to the cabbie who drove me to union station. we talked about islam.
bloody delicious.
WHAT I LEARNED:
- bacon is fantabulous for hangovers.
- good photography takes time; taking photos whilst walking will result in sloppy composition and will plague you all weekend long.
- a valuable reality check on what toronto fashion is all about.
- just like when i returned from vancouver, london UK, and mtl, i hate how lame my city is. i bored nk to tears on the very subject.
- i have no idea if journalism is for me anymore after this conference. all i know is, i'm going to keep on writing and see what happens.
more fotoz coming soon.
