Monday, March 03, 2008

no one sings alone

Although I am still currently scrambling to get myself caught up after a weekend of debauchery and laughing so hard that I would get all phlegmmy, it was completely worth blowing off my responsibilities to hang with the lovely and fabulous Marthas. Above you see us in all our Hedwig and the Angry Inch viewing finery. Nothing too flashy or tranny, but damn we thought we looked fine.

Oh look, it's the cute rub-on tattoos that the ever-effervescent Mel sent me! Mel, we were channeling you when as we sported these babies all weekend. I'm still wearing my bad-ass snake.

Here you see Bev painting her clay thingy. It took our group about 564 times longer to complete these pieces than we originally figured, but with all the snorting and cackling and rofling that went on, who was counting?

The planned karaoke outing was usurped by a Thai dinner, complete with an Asian beer sampling session. Here you see Sandra and Eliz demonstrating the results of mixing Amkrit and Tiger lagers. tsk tsk

Prior to the beer-tasting, but still displaying that same jolly attitude, Sandra demonstrates the mood-enhancing effects of buying the entire stock of No Pudge Brownie mix in the entire Calgary Stupidstore chain.

Sunday lunch - I drag the gang off to my favourite local Japanese restaurant where Bev and I battle for supremacy of the tatami room. There is no clear winner.

I'm not used to people to talk in their sleep, especially ones who calmly and eloquently declare "could someone please turn on the news? Quay quay quay, please?", but Eliz pulled it off. Not everyone can manage to look that elegant as they blow their wine cooler either.

some highlights and lowlights:

- Bev scoring a way better room than we originally booked and then paying way less for it

- the lovely lads from the room next to us, who were friendly, polite and quiet. I think they must have been aliens

- the hotel being overrun by some hockey tournament families on Saturday, complete with the parents drinking in the hallway until late into the night, and then sending the kids out into the hall to play hockey at 7:00 the next morning. Trailer trash, all of them.

- me scoring a Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins cd at the used record store, AND a Radiohead single of There There featuring a couple of bonus tracks which I didn't already own PLUS a print of one of the Stanley Downwood city series. A completionist's wet dream.

- achieving consensus for booking the next womanly weekend for June


Stephanie said...

Stanley Donwood.... *drool*

Allison said...

Sounds like a wonderful weekend!! Fabulous photos as well. :)

Shame you didn't make it to karaoke, but Thai food and beer, well that's just as good! And cd deals as well. You're on a roll.

BeckEye said...

You're like a badass gang. All you need are motorcycles. Or segues, at least.

dguzman said...

Wow. You just need a bad-ass gang name like The Crips. But I think that one's taken.

Gifted Typist said...

Reminds me of Monty Python's Hell's Grannies

mellowlee said...

Oh my gawsh! You have no idea how happy the tattoo picture made me!!! *claps hands* I'm glad you had such a wonderful weekend! Yay Marthas!!!! You are all totally HAWT!

I've been at home sick for the past two days, otherwise I would've seen this post sooner. I just went out to buy myself some kicking horse chai latte, and came back home all sweaty and woozy feeling. I think I shall head back to bed, and do some blogging later.

Hope you get caught up on all your stuff you didn't get done this weekend you naughty and fabulous Martha heehee!

Beth said...

I wanna be a Martha.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

You kids are far too cute for your own good. Glad to hear you had a good time.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I want to paint like Stanley Donwood, Stephanie and the only thing holding me back is the talent part.

I am still determined to do some karaoking soon, Al, I have the feeling I am missing out on my life's calling. The grub was good though.

We're going to hold off for a couple more years and go for the motorized scooters, Beckeye.

Fortunately, we already have a bad-ass gang name, Dguzman. Meet the Marthas!

I'm hoping to hold off on the Granny status for a few more years, Gifted, but the rest all sounds right.

Sorry to hear you're sick, Mel. Here we were carousing with YOUR tattoos while you were at death's door. You get better!

You are an honourary Martha, Beth. Were your ears burning on the weekend, cause we were talking about you, as Martha material.

We sure like to think we are cute, Dr M, and since you told us that you shall be our official Martha boyfriend.

Gifted Typist said...


-typist admonishes self -

No Grannies in those pix, but lots of hell raising and rabble rousing by the looks of things.

mellowlee said...

hahaha! Thanks Barb! Not exactly at death's door, no worries! I'm just one big yuckie phlem ball is all ..ew, that's just gross.

N E ways, I am honoured to have been a part of your Martha weekend :O)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Oh don't go beating yourself up, Gifted, I know you meant Granny in the best and most bad-assed possible way.

It was like you were there, Mel! Only not phlegm-ball like.

justacoolcat said...

Wow. It looks like you had a great weekend and getting some Radiohead you didn't already own is like the seal of authentication.

I'm sad you didn't win the supremecy battle, but that tattoo pic is awesome.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

AND I wore black, just as you were hoping, Just A. It's always a good weekend when you can find some Radiohead that you don't already know backwards.

phlegmfatale said...

Woooowwww! Looks like you had such a blast - and you verged on getting phlegmmy? You see! I was there in spirit.
Glad you and the Marthas had such a lovely time. It was totally rad of you to get tats together, even if they were lick-n-stick.