The best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

Getting drunk in your old workplace which has now been converted to a pub is pretty insane. Especially when it’s a heritage building so they have kept a significant portion of the inside the same… Amazing! We were sitting in the nativity area haha. I wish I had a camera… I want to go there and get drunk all the time! I am hoping we will make it a monthly thing. Woo my first facebook event was a success haha. I am still tipsy this morning.. how does that happen? I am much nicer to everyone at work hahahaha.

Oh yea and they played a couple songs from our OPEN ROAD compilation… Brown Eyed Girl! Tear, that song gets me. Open Road was the best cd by far in our collection. But I do have an appreciation for Frank Sinatra thanks to the Christmas Store, hugely, and even ‘Viva Las Vegas’ and ‘The Gambler’ and other songs like that!

Updating this sign every night was my second favourite part of the the job. The first being PERSONALIZING ORNAMENTS. I have this weird thing for penmanship. Decorating trees as your job was pretty sweet too!!!!!!

Grr I hate how wordpress compresses your photos now. Pre-drinking for Sarah’s bachelorette party!

at prism, after my one and only experience at a strip joint. I look funny in this picture.

And Julie… let’s not even go there. SIGHS. Too bad Sarah and Birkley made her a lesbian and she cut her hair… I hope she is alive in France!

At this moment in time I am realizing how weird it is I do not speak with my office mate. I mean, he is a middle aged dude, what do we have to talk about, but I feel like talking to him right now but I also feel I can’t! Strange.

IT IS ONLY 9 AM????? This is going to be a sloooowwww day. I have finally run out of work to do. Haha.

nighties and intoxication and marie antoinette until dawn.

lindsay developed some film from last year… at the hyatt.

and i wasn’t there for this photo of nicola but i enjoy it!

all of these pictures are pretty great, check out the set.

those sweet distant memories of one weekend(s) ago.

more pictures of general girlie fun. thanks to lindsay for some good ones.

aww lindsay is so damned cute! i can almost hear her laughing now.

“however you say it? crudoodie?”

me and lindsay sleeping till 3 pm the next day was pretty nice.

a few more.

sorry to post such terrible quality pictures [especially to those ladies with their amazing cameras] but you know, i have actually kind of grown to love this disgustingly low quality photo from my digital camera… it is the closest to real film you get these days, kind of. [hit and miss, like my photography.] except for like…. real film.

at foundation. a good vegetarian restaurant where we spent way too much time drinking [and spilling] wine.

slutty reflection.

i am pretty sure i am the only person on earth who finds these pictures ART!

i wish i could get croissants and coffee delivered to me every morning at the cost of $22! so worth it… when you’re incredibly lazy.

one of those magical film moments.

“Somehow or another I managed to capture my entire Friday night in one photo.” -Linds

also i love nicola’s explaination as to why she has a crown tattoo; “canada dry gingerale dude…?”

a few pictures.

i will post more later, but after editing crappy pictures all day [incredibly slowly] i am sick of looking at them!

the people are tiny from the 20th floor. and look, it wasn’t just the quebecois bay that are geniuses.

you can indeed fit four girls sleeping in that bed… and one on the chaise longue.

the pool was closed so we needed some skivvie activities… unfortunately after all the hotboxing the tub overflowed.

letting my camera dry out. it was making interesting noises.

there are more, i might post them later.

sweet, sweet day off after traveling!

wow.

sigh. pretty epic weekend but failed at my mission. however… sigh.

it is sad to check out even though i want to go home…. i wish i lived in a hotel.

waiting for my croissant and coffee now.

want to get some shopping in before check out time!

i hope the overflowing bathtub did not completely destroy my camera and i can salvage a few pictures of friday night’s madness.

the way i feel inside.

somehow it doesn’t seem arriving home five hours late with only one shoe is good way to kick off quitting drinking.

for real this time…

damn….i liked those shoes too.

who the hell am i? i am happy and fun… but that is so not amber.

this is new to me…

it seems as if i succeeded in getting myself into trouble… stupid innocent unintentional misunderstanding but i am very sorry for my part. luckily some kindly folks would not take no as an answer from an indigent girl on the sidewalk, also luckily they were not psycho rapists [as soon as they busted out the game genie and mario bros. 3, i knew i was in good hands.]

however, after possibly ruining a friendship i think it is time i stop drinking…. which is absolutely, horribly, no fun at all.

i am thinking now that things i saw as faults in myself, being incredibly shy and unable to get very intoxicated, were actually blessings… i think i would have seen a lot more trouble in my life if these qualities were not protecting me. it is a lot more fun without them though.

also… happy birthday keith. due to being hungover i forgot to get pineapple upside-down cake ingredients at the grocery store…. officially making me the worst birthday celebrator ever.

bon temps.

last weekend at brittani’s.

pretty much the worst game of drinking eights ever.

i always love how these turn out. so silly.

brittani’s hair is amazing here. she had a team of experts working on it… i shit you not. i guess i shouldn’t feel bad if i can’t roll out of bed with it!

i am happily drunk here, i think!

i like how all my pictures are creepily voyeuristic.

setting out to get drunk is rarely a good idea.

and the bacardi did flow.

apparently i got a bit messy which is so unlike me. i had a distinctly good time however. although i didn’t get to see brittani as much as i could have, but it was her birthday so that is okay.

hopefully i can scrounge some decent pictures from my camera, but i hate to use the flash.

‘blah blah blah in the club, shorty give me a hug’ or something… ‘drink bacardi like it’s brittani’s birthday.’

i am so excited to go out tonight. going out and getting extremely drunk in a public place where everyone but the people i am with are but a blur, possibly even DANCING… this is the perfect end to my week. thank you brittani for showing me i can actually have fun at a bar. thank you kevin for showing me the true joys of mocking people at a bar. and mocking all the brutal music within my own head. perfect release to my stupidly ridiculously stressful and shitty week.

at brittani’s last summer.

these people are quality product.

girl-time.

our sweet chinatown alley.

amber as drunken fratboy.

parties at cathy’s house never fail to be… something i can’t quite put my finger on but is always good times. i refuse to be ashamed of the fact that i very occasionally actually have fun. [i should explain that the frequency of me going to a party involving a "beer bong" is about once a year.]

the carmen-miranda effect.

here are two pictures from over the holidays. the first one is my family when we were at aphrodite’s for brunch… i had turkey eggs benedict with cranberry hollandaise. which for me is pretty much insanity, i just wanted to get something different. i truly am a changed person.

the second one is a nativity party at my brother’s house. oddly i just had a pair of bunny ears with me on my travels which doubled nicely as donkey ears. i got drunk in front of my brother for the first time ever possibly, and possibly the last time as well after saying something really lewd to my brother in conversation. brother must not see humon amber.