I Don't Spoon Around

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 front view of Court's dress.

The back view.

The front view of Sasha's dress.

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.

Of course, I didn't though. (Seriously, now? Sit through a fashion show full of energetic music and then go home and go to bed? This is me that we are talking about, after all.)

I went to Adam and Chloe's place, where I met up with Scott and Alice. I also met Alex (another Australian), Sharon and Heather.

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.)

Chloe and Scott.

Laura, I don't know who you are, and I've never met you, but I just wanted to say thanks for leaving your vodka at Alice's place! We really enjoyed drinking it.

Alice and Adam.

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.]

I think Scott was on my side.

After finishing off Laura's vodka, we started to walk to Mick E. Fynn's. Scott carried the girls part of the way there.

Yes. Girls. As in plural. I was impressed. Sharon was squished.

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."

No more than 10 minutes later, I ran into Brendan, Brent and Ian.

(I have no idea what is going on here, but I think I like it.)

They were out celebrating Ian's birthday. (Happy Birthday Ian!)

Max was there too, and he mauled my face.

I think he was upset with because I told him that his beard wasn't long enough for me.

And Sarah was there, too. (Hell, it's Mick E. Fynn's. Everyone was there.)

I'm including this picture for the sheer reason that I really liked Sarah's outfit.

After an hour, we realized it was well past midnight, so we jumped into cabs and headed to Kensington Market.

Scott knows the drill. (The drill being the one that involves me taking pictures in cabs.)

We ended up at Supermarket.

It was packed. (As a result, we had to dance on the stage.)

Heather and Sharon.

After saying goodbye to Heather and Sharon, Adam challenged Chloe and I to race each other in our heels.

Chloe won, but upon closer inspection we discovered that my heels (the ones on the right) were a lot higher. So, really, it was more like a tie. Plus, we were both winners because we didn't drunkenly fall on our asses or twist our ankles. Always a bonus!

I have no explaination for this, but I like it.

We ended up in Chinatown for a late night meal.

I feel bad for the people who work in restaurants that stay open that late.

This is the first of about 15 pictures on my camera of Alice and I laughing our asses off at something.

I think we were laughing at our complete inability to take a halfway decent picture together.

It was definitely the end of the night.

(I'm sure this was probably Adam's reaction to Alice and I attempting to get a good picture together.)

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.