Happy Barfday

I turned twenty one a few days ago...I'm officially an old bastard. 

I generally don't like to be the centre of attention, and I don't like people fussing and fawning over me, etc. It seems however, that no matter my protestations, people are more than happy to do some crazy things for me...

The evening started with dinner at c5 with that crazy cat, P. Located- as the name suggests- on the 5th floor of the Royal Ontario Museum's Libeskind-designed crystal, the architecture and interior design created an atmosphere worthy of the delectable food we consumed (not to mention the copious vodka/gin and sodas...). From c5 we headed across the street to the Roof Lounge at the Park Hyatt, where we met some more eccentrics and drank some more liqour. The lot of us then headed to my house on Borden, where M had assembled  a great deal of my wonderful friends. Some craziness and delicious pastries from Chabichou later, we all headed over to The Drake where- yep, you guessed it- we drank, drank, and drank some more. Booths and bottles and shit! Oh, and even my brother- the mysterious and scholarly G- made an appearance.

Although not as messy as my birthday last year (thank heavens!), I'm still not entirely sure how the night ended, but rest assured that it was awesome, and I appreciate everyone coming out and celebrating the birth of their absolute fave!

Pin Me Baby

In keeping with the general theme of my life, my Blackberry recently died for all of eternity. The cause of death? Water damage. Ummm from the time I dropped it in the sink in SEPTEMBER. HUH? It was the most ludicrous thing I had ever heard, I was a huge bitch to the Bell lady. But as it turns out, It's quite a possibility- though your phone may be in fine working condition post-stupidity, the water never retreats, and eats away slowly at poor, poor BB until it finally succumbs to the corrosion. Moral of the story- don't drop your BlackBerry into a sink at a Wendy's bathroom while you're waiting with your friend for her fuck-buddy...

However, throughout this short span without a phone (and by "phone" I mean BlackBerry, the meaning of all life), I have come to realize a number of things. I recall the time, not so long ago, when my technologically retarded parents canceled my data plan and I was unable to pin- "pinning" being that oh-so-convenient method of interaction all the rage amongst the cool kids. I was reminded of how far people may or may not go to stay in touch. When that -oh-so-convenient method of interaction is snatched away, so does all interaction entirely, with some people at least. These past few days without pinning has once again made me well aware that some people will go the extra mile, whilst others will not. Meh.

Pinning is basically a life-ruiner. I've seen multiple relationship flare-ups, misunderstandings, and general bad things happen as a result of this technological development. The fact that I now expect my parentals to buy me a new BlackBerry along with an expensive birthday gift (I reeeeeally wanted that Birks watch) for the sole purpose of the convenience of the PIN factor, is an attestation to the overall harm a BB can inflict.

Anyway, my final dilemma...to ask for a new BlackBerry, or...a Vertu?!