In keeping with the Christmas spirit, I drank all day yesterday.

Early mornin' Bourbon serves as nudity-facilitating lubricant. There are now naked pictures of me in existance. Shooting a set was just as much fun as I'd imagined. Shazzy's fabulously comfy to be around. Keep an eye out for gratuitous boob and pit hair shot. I'll be showin' them off soon enough.

The rest of the day was spent making rhum balls with Born and consequently, dealing with the left over "ingredients." Why is it that I can't find Egg Nog in a carton at the grocery store in this province? What is it with you Quebecers and your anti-nog attitudes?

That being said, I like the lot of you. Have considered ticking the Bloc just to give myself the opportunity to make a big, life-altering political decision. It'd be fun to start a country. (I say this very childishly. I understand all the ramifications. I'm still interested. Maybe.) Always felt that cultural difference separatism hinges on. Never thought I'd do anything about it 'til I found myself shakin' my ass at Foufes last night to some violin-tinted Quebecois song as people around me chanted "QUEBEC! QUEBEC! QUEBEC!" and I thought.... Wow. This is really something.

And so is Foufes. I always knew it was there, but never went 'til last night. I think I've found a new hang-out. I can shake my ass on a stage here, and get oogled and humped by boys without feeling icky. Maybe it's all the spikes.

Well, headin' back east for the Holidays. 12 hour bus trip to look forward to, but, in good company, won't be so bad. I'm glad Born decided to stick around for a few days and be my bus buddy.

So, I'll be away, hopefully back by NYE. Meanwhile, behave, you lot.