Andais

As mentioned before, I went to Cuba-Varadero, to be exact-for a week during the Olympics. Well, actually, BECAUSE of the Olympics. I rented out my apartment, as it was prime real estate, in downtown Vancouver, and got the trip out of the deal we made.

I should say that I did have a good time, despite having food poisoning when I got there (not from Cuba, but from a restaurant in Kingston, ON), and then getting sick again when we were leaving (the food didn’t sit well with me). The resort, Superbreezes Varadero, was all inclusive, but I only managed to have a few drinks, due to my agry stomach. I did get to take advantage of all the other amenities though. I spent an obscene amount of time in the hot tub, even though it wasn’t that warm. I also played a LOT of pool, and swam at the beach. I even managed to burn with SPF 45 on. Talent, I tell you.

The resort was chock full of other Canadians, which sort of ruined the ‘fun new culture’ thing, but it was still cool. Met some super awesome people, and heard ENTIRELY too much French. I did manage to go on a little adventure off the resort, but it ended up bad. Not as bad as it could have been, but swindled out of 10$, kicked out of a place for trespassing sort of bad.

My biggest complaint was actually the people. I mean, they were all Canadians (for the most part) and you would think they lived under a rock. Yes. I have red hair. No, really, it isn’t a big deal. Get the fuck over it. Oh, and, btw, I DO notice when you stare at my tattoos. Thanks.

Anyways.

Photos!

For F sakes people, LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS!!! I am not entire sure what Twilight zone you happen to be living in (no this is not a reference to the poorly written psudo-vampire novels, rather the hit TV show from the late 50′s) but in no way, shape or form are leggings pants.

Which might be, oh, I don’t know, why they are called LEGGINGS and not PANTS! Which might just be the first clue.

Now, I know that there are a number of people against me on this one, simply because they happen to be male, and enjoy seeing the camel toe. Why you would want to see camel toe is beyond me, though. I happen to prefer a little bit of suspense and, you know, modesty.

This is a trend that NEEDS to stop. Nothing, and I really mean NOTHING will ever get me into a pair of skintight latex monstrosities unless I happen to be attending a S&M thing.

These are NOT attractive.

Now, please, save me hours of bitching and complaining, unsightly camel toe, and the need to point out spots of cellulite.

On a different note, I am heading to the Emerald City Comic Con in Seattle next week, where I shall meet and greet some of the hot names in the world of nerds. Look forward to the update!

Love

Andais

PS-Deathclok, I do have photos for you, expect them this weekend.

The people I deal with on a day to day basis, I’ve decided, are not real people.

WFT, Andais, are you on about, you ask.

Let me explain.

The fakes, the people who tiptoe around on broken glass, being so god damn polite to each other. All the social niceties are observed, every ritual is preformed, all the candy coated bullshit strewn about like a unkempt zoo.

Sometimes the greatest satisfaction comes from telling someone exactly what you think about them.

For example, this has been stewing for a while:

Yeah, we get it – You’re pregnant. BIG FUCKING DEAL. It’s not like you went to school for three years and had to take some excruciating multi-day certification. It’s not like you saved a Golden Retriever puppy from getting run over by a bus load of Norwegian tourists.  YOU SPREAD YOUR LEGS AND TOOK IT… Wow. Way to go.

This might also be a symptom of watching too much Doctor Horrible. If you haven’t watched it yet, I highly suggest it. Joss Whedon (who also brought us Firefly, Buffy the Vampire slayer, and Angel) takes on a musical, which stars Neil Patrick Harris who can sing really well!

It’s the best thing you can do for 45 minutes, and not regret the next day.

Love

Andais