My dad came up from Windsor for the weekend to help me refinish the kitchen floor. Gotta have it sealed to make party clean-up easier. It sounds like he wants to be here on NYE too.
Funny to think that my dad Rev. Ray McCready, the man who wouldn’t allow me to listen to rock music, go to the movies, go to school dances, wear jeans, use playing cards, say the Lords name in vain etc.. when I was a kid (which was quite traumatic and alienated me from my peers since I attended public school; rules which played no small part in making me who I am today) will be present for one of Toronto’s biggest NYE house parties this year. Things change.
I went to see a show at Izakaya Sushi on College last night. It’s makes for a pretty decent venue.
I picked up more “junk” at the show last night: 6 issues of Sassy for $6! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find back issues of Sassy!?
Bitches looovvvve Sassy. MY kind of bitches anyways…
Still listening to this album like crazy.