Last night I went to "Sugar Coated: This Addiction of Forever" with Sasha, Court and Court's mom Debbie.
Sugar Coated is the second year fashion students' evening wear collection, and the third years' menswear collection. It's organized and produced by the Fashion Communications students at Ryerson.
In plainspeak, Brie organized the show, and Sasha and Court's designs were in it.
The back view.
After the show, I was tired, had no money, tons of homework and writing to do, and a First Aid course in the morning. I decided that I should probably stay home.
Alex insisted that I not "use his likeness" on my blog and asked me to blur out his face in all the photos. I agreed, but quite frankly, I'm much too lazy. I'll risk the reprecussions of posting these photos. (Fact: I ask each person that I take a picture of if they mind that their face will show up here. Alex is the first person in the history of the blog to actually request that I blur out his face. But he also asked me to take tons of photos of him, so I suspect the whole blurring out his face thing was just to antagonize me.)
Around this point in the evening, I provoked everyone with a conversation about the hotly debated topic of spooning. Alex was adamently opposed to my theologies regarding "the spoon."
"Why would any guy come home with a girl to just spoon?!" he demanded, confused. "I just don't see the point. I think I'd be really upset with a girl if I went home with her and just ended up spooning."
"What if the guy knew what he was getting himself into, beforehand?" I contested.
"Well, then why would he go home with her in the first place?" Alex just didn't understand. [This is foreshadowing, y'all.]
At Mick E. Fynn's, Alice told me she had never been there before.
"It's a good place to go for a beer," I explained, "because if you are here for a period of longer than 10 minutes, you always run into people you know."
Denise also randomly showed up at the restaurant with her friends in time to read our fortune cookies.
While we waited outside to catch a cab, Alex tried to convince me to bring him home to spoon with me.
Yes, you read right. He wanted me to bring him home and spoon with him.
"Let me guess," I asked him, "it's the end of the night, you're too tired to do anything else, and all you want to do is cuddle with someone and pass out? Do you see my point?"
Alex admitted that finally saw the brilliance and the point of my spooning plan.
"I don't spoon around," I told Alice as we pulled away in a cab headed home, minus Alex.
And then I went home, drank loads of water, and settled comfortably into bed alone.