going out, december 09/january 10, vancouver bc

owl city: fireflies

mgmt: of moons, birds and monsters

paul simon: you can call me al

jay z: encore

prince: raspberry beret

the cooper temple clause: a.i.m.

busta rhymes: gimme some mo

funky. furious.

 

 

will it ever stop? we keep discovering and debugging fantastic places for food here in wonderful vancouver. new years eve commenced at the eatery, a very cool sushi restaurant. hard choices between so many, well-named vegetarian rolls had to be made.

misohungry, so i had a spicy tofu salad followed by john lennon rolls.

washed down with some apple cider, the only alcoholic drink besides white wine that makes me drunk in a nice way, creating a soft flush without being sick or hungover. word.

it was a wild night between 2009 and 2010. more to come.

christmas dinner with my favourite couple. we ate at o`douls restaurant and bar. such a classical mix of big plates, small portions, jazz music and velvet carpet, but with a green attitude and local products. it was the first christmas ever that i did not spend with my parents. though we are not big fans of it or anything, it still felt strange in a way---

again

what can i say?

there is a full moon, nobody´s doing witchy rituals with me

so i need to stay awake and take care of my ghosts.

twosome, threesome, awesome.

going out in gastown --- being turned into a teenager again in the cambie --- hating pale ale --- loving my sis ---- missing our third part vera --- holding my head out in the cold wind through the backwindow of a taxi --- sleeping like a fucking stone.

libra.

here are 20 inspirations how to wear my new black leather pants. and i swear i will wear them until they fall off my ass, just like my old ripped jeans...i had a hard time to decide out of 200 more styles of the same pants by the wonderful noir ohio vintage.

somewhat bohemian

i love food, and this cheesecake is something i would like to make love to, physically...we ate it at trees organic coffee and roasting house which claims to have vancouver´s best cheesecake in all kinds of varieties: new york style, white chocolate, banana, etc. i tasted just one, but i bet they all make your tongue heavy with taste, your throat tight with creaminess. perfect for sitting around, getting inspired and talking about other delicious things...

first impressions: eyes, ears and skin.

"Opaque" by Thrice
 when you can want something you hate

and lie in perfect honesty
from every angle things are crystal clear
when you doubt things of which you're sure
something seems just beyond your hand
you wonder if your living second rate
is my mind too open
is my heart still beating
do my eyes betray a hint of loneliness
or an ambiguity
i only want to see the light
when every word makes perfect sense
in every single line you read
but every single line seems to conflict
and the perspectives that i see
a picasso reality
i'm seeing truth through sheets of opaque glass
where does reason stop, and romance begin
i feel the ghosts hitchhiking on the wind
and since when did following your heart become a sin
i only want to see the light

glory days

me and my sis, shot by the cobrasnake when we saw white lung at the biltmore cabaret.

it was really glorious: getting ready while drinking white wine and listening to music, hit-and-miss nightbuses, ordering more white wine and dancing in a crowd full of strangers. it feels so good to not know a single face around me except the one of my long-missed best friend. the club and the band were interesting.

 

 i longed to be in a big city, with both beautiful and fucked up places for a while, now i am here in vancouver and it really feels like that. i enjoy the realness, the reality of superficial nightlife party fun next to crazy homeless drug addicts and i cannot explain why. good that there is a perfect person to share this experience.

inside!

there are so many delicious restaurants in vancouver, it is hard to choose --- even for vegetarians. first hightlight was aphrodite´s organic delights restaurant in kitsilano, an old cool hippie quarter. i fucking enjoyed every piece of the "green field" i ate, hell yeah! more green stuff to come, massive food comas lie ahead of me...