Rye City: the beginning ch.1

RYE CITY

chapter 1

after the long winded wait to run hop skip and jump and scream of course into the city, the time was finally here. move in day! i think my parents were more thrilled than i was to kick me into the city after the prior year of dilinquency and hope for some improvement along with education so i could one day be a thriving business woman with a husband and babies. ill tell you how that goes.. hah. the first week was choas with few hundred young adults trying to cling to eachother for dear life and say goodbye to childhood. to kick start it all i was carrying boxes up thirteen flights of stairs and down the hall to room thriteen. YES i am not kidding, i was assigned floor 13 room 13 A. i mean i can laugh about it now because i managed to survive the year on a floor (and room) that doesnt exist in any other buildings in toronto... but really, lets be honest i pretty much have the worst luck...ever. PITMAN HALL was a prison anyhow so it didnt really matter what room your in. and living in that prison for 8 months takes a toll on you not matter how happy go lucky you are. so lets hand it over the the people who made it possible to survive.

3 days in i made a very important life decision, of course not knowing at the time. okay, so , i hate bumming cigarettes from strangers and this could have possibly been the first time i asked. so i grew balls for 6 seconds and asked a pretty little blond girl on the bench smoking for one. i had seen her sitting on the bench every hour of the day for the past three days smoking so it seemed like i had a good chance to get some nicotine. meet the first character...we are going to name her little spoon.... some might call her the pierced one...but no i think little spoon and i within the first 48 hours automatically became drinking buddies which over the course of the year turned into a beautiful friendship.... deadly maybe, came close to killing eachother... in a lovign way of course.

SO little spoon the next day introduced me to a fiesty small and somewhat intimidating chickitaa whom we will call teddy. teddy did not like me at first. teddy thought i was rather obnoxious at first. i try my best teddy :) to sum up teddy. well shes cool as shit... and sure as hell doesnt put up with any. id say she was kind of a mediator and to be dead honest shes the only person i know who could live with $1.73 roughly in her bank account for a good five months. big ups for teddy. since i guess i have to say something nice to say, id say i grew to have more respect for this woman than almost anyone i know.

and there became the original three musketeers. the rest of the characters come post christmas donnnnt think im leaving you out!

there ladies and gentlemen are the original three musketeers... and we were lean mean partying machines and im pretty sure al of pitman hall wanted to be like us.... k i think im pushing it now

and now come the adventures of teddy, little spoon and my name is lindsay fitzgerald ( quote on quote)

however before we go on to the adventures of teddy, little spoon and my name is lindsay fitzgerald i had to dedicate a blurb to a character who i will call james dean.... or button boy for a comedic twist.

james dean and i moved to the city together as great friends and were attached at the hip for the first few months. there are a few things i owe to james dean...

getting to know every single bar on queen west and the dundas and young area... sucking every penny out of my bank account, giving me the bed instead of the floor, making me fearless, giving me a piece of his brilliant mind, teaching me many many life lessons and well throw in some mariah carey, bubble tease and monday night football just for you.

really james dean was the person i needed him to be, to run with me and go with the shit winds and experience the city through some twisted goggles.. partner in crime really.

so thank you very much james dean, you will be fondly remembered.

however james dean will not be included in the rest of the stories because my goggles didnt fit anymore.... and he was abducted by aliens.

cheers

" DANGER OF DOGGING" aka sneaky sex

okay so apperently this concept "dogging" does not involve animals... i learned that its the british term for "having sex in public places". there are even SIGNALS where if the couple wants to be watched, like turning on headlights, people are welcome to go watch. well...MY THOUGHTS on that....
i would assume sex in public is definatly a popular fantasy. british psychoanalyst brett kahr wrote a book about sexual fantasizing and dogging and how the study shows it is a common fantasy....no shit. whether its the american eagles changerooms, childrens playground, in the forest, in the empty restaurant....either way its illegal and it gets the adrenaline going. i think this category falls somewhere in between.. better than make up sex but not as good as sex on ecstacy?
im assuming most of the people who enjoy dogging are young, liberal, horny and occasionally drunk and in New York, sex in public is redudant haha.

even if you get caught, its something to laugh about later when youve regained your dignity and a wild story to smile about.

an old silly saying of ours i like to refer to once and a while...
"i live on the edge"

HEARTLESS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZWif4Bo3e8

american idols Kris Allen's cover of Kanyes HEARTLESS

most of you have probably seen this but if you havent YOU HAVE TO click on the link and watch it. gives me chills everytime, absolutly brilliant!

ii. love. him. OFF!!

The Franklin chronicles – the low down

So Im Back working at the Franklin Pourhouse in Streetsville for about two months and I`ve come to the consensus that the place is most defiantly worthy to write about. The building itself has an amazing history, and being on the inside has even more of a history. The restaurant itself is not doing as well as we hoped for, but as far as character and tales on the inside goes, were aren’t lacking in that department. One reason I love working at the Franklin is because for a small town, we have a ridiculous amount of unique people and interesting characters. The second reason is because alcohol causes those UNIQUE individuals to do things that lets just say are tremendously entertaining for the staff.
The one reason I am allowing myself to poke fun at or comically enlighten you about my experiences with the Streetsville folk is because I myself am a small part of them. Lets just say ….yes I have lost my dignity to this town a few times and lost a piece of my innocence along with it and therefore I am a part of the gag and the character that makes this place home for me.
Enjoy my little anecdotes, they are slightly twisted from the truth to keep a light-hearted nature to some good stories.
cheers

THE RYE CITY CHAPTER TRIBUTE

coming sooooooon!

a drunken tribute to

"ive seen people die when that was the last thing they wanted and ive seen people die because thats all they really wanted. If you think about it, people really do have the power to decide when they want to end their life..only sometimes.and the ones who make that decision really are pathetic. they wake up one day and decided "im done" , and some dont even physically die. some people are still living just without their soul, they die mentally. Some people decide to actually give up, when they are utterly finished. zombies are really a metaphor for these people who are just roaming the earth to kill the living. ..and my biggest fear is to love another person who is souless. ive been there once before and they literally sucked the life out of me. "

my combined person

if i had the magical power to combine my ideal people into one person that i could transform into.... HERE IS WHO I WOULD CHOOSE.im not saying i would do it, but these are just basically the people i admire the most. ill paint you a mental picture okay.

My person would have to have walked where Barbara Walters has walked as a great american journalist, yes i am a huge nerd. However if we can choose fictional characters id make barbara walters look like maddy brown from blood diamond. Jennifer Connolley is good looking enough for me and bonus she got to Leo Dicaprio to fall in love with her...hello. hmmm what else....oh yes the sex appeal, class and flirting skills of Miss Samantha Jones. Id probably want to have colin ferrall marry me too. As for the intellectual side of things, ive always wondered how jhonny depp thinks so his brain would do. or maybe i would be two people like tyler durden in my head. okay im done for now ill update it later

cheers

BEST CARRIE BRADSHAW LINES

( yes shes fictional but who cares)

" when life gets this confusing there is only one thing to do...attend a Fabulous Party"

" INFIDELITY is the new burnt orange"

" somewhere out there, there is a freak just like me who will kiss my three heads and make everything feel okay "

"my fear ate my sanity"

walking with a stranger

My first tribute to sex and the city style journalizing, in a more poetic way you could say since I’m not working on getting anyone aroused. Just questioning in the human interaction department. enjoy

Deep deep deep in the annex forest of Toronto, there is a house. (scary movie soundeffect cue)A house among many, but this house was different…maybe because new forms of STDs and undiscovered fungi were growing among the hundreds of empty bottles of poison, sweating bodies, head banging music and flickering lights. If you don’t get the picture… it’s a university house party. I’ve just never experienced filth to that extreme(they wash themselves with dish soap for fucks sake) Anyways, as I stumble up the stairs with my “partners in crime” I get to the patio, start making my way through the crowd, and a thought crosses my mind…one that seems to cross my mind way to often…first “WHERE AM I”…second “how the hell did I get myself into this situation”. Usually after that small thought process… I just smirk to myself, hope for the best, say a prayer and take a few more shots.

But the night was going and going well with good conversation, good music, got into a few debates, all is cool cool.. Made my way back outside and smoking on the patio when I made eye contact with a certain individual. Its one of those moments where no matter how blurry the night was, you will always remember those 250 milliseconds that the motion around the two of you seemed to slow down for that split second. To be honest, nowadays what we call “ eye-fucking” is something that really isn’t sensual but is usually forced. When you have that accidental, genuine moment where you’re connected with somebody, it is rather orgasmic. It’s not something that can be compared to “eye fucking”, that’s just like faking an orgasm.

He asked me to go for a walk with him so I went. Roaming the streets of Toronto in the middle of the night with a complete stranger always intrigues me. But over that hour there are clips in my head that I wont forget for a while. Take a walk with a stranger sometime for an hour and they might be able to change the way you look at the world. I wish that I could take a walk with a stranger everyday if each one had the power to do that. I’d be a goddamn philosopher by the end of the fucking month. It is a very silly idea, don’t get me wrong, and it would never work like it did that night. The night didn’t end so well. No details but it did make me ponder.
We all have a certain degree of trust issues. My trust issues, especially with men, are fairly large. Therefore there is no way id be able to trust a male stranger, if it’s difficult to trust even good friends. So why did it mean anything at all to believe this gentleman and all the good, nice things he said? My usual reaction to compliments or pick-up lines is to consider anything coming out of their mouths to be bullshit. But I think some people have a gift when it comes to reading people. I can’t read people as well as id like to, I cant always tell if people are lying and I’m extremely pessimistic. But I think everyone has this sixth sense to be able to tell if someone they don’t even know, actually meant what they were saying in any state. You have to know what I’m talking about when I say you believe the bullshit coming out of the drunken bastards mouth because… you just know. Some things don’t need physical proof, you just know. The men I’ve fallen in love with or the friends I would die for, within the first 5 minutes of meeting them, I got that feeling of “knowing” they mean something or will in the near future.

Ladies and gentlemen, moral of the story, I don’t recommend trusting anyone…but I do recommend going with that gut of yours, going with your intuition, when it kicks in. You may feel that kick in your gut only a few times, you may have never felt it, or you may get it all the time, but whatever that mysterious feeling of certainty is, go with it…trust me.

great VIDEO - must see, coldplay

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4w7an00vGI
this video will hit home for a lot of you
soundtrack to my life...this month

coldplay - don't panic
garden state soundtrack
beautiful video