I miss you.

Rae and Jay I miss you - time for a much needed update asap.

Don't talk to strangers.

Saturday was on the top of the list of one of the most intense nights, well mornings, of my life. It started off at the Roxy Burger, that was nice and normal. Double long islands iced teas, the best spinach dip I've ever had and some quesadillas shared with the one and only Jay and Stu. After, we arrived to the, 'Fuck me I'm famous,' launch party at Pulse nightclub on Davie for Ryan McKillop's new underwear line, which my magazine so thoughtfully assigned me to cover, thinking it was an evening of haute couture. Stu and I got thrown into the back of a limo against our will with two boys in some cute, butt less neon jock underwear by a huge black transvestite dressed in a white and pink tutu, and had our photo taken. After an hour or so we realized there was absolutely not going to be a fashion show, it was boys parading around the bar in these butt less jocks, mixed with dancing trannys in tutus and masked body suited creatures and fruit plates. Bizarre. There was some crazy dance troupe called Armstrong Jr. dancing around in masquerade masks, and photos/videos of half naked men everywhere on screens. My friend Stu was the only straight guy in the building. He said that the dancing transvestite made him feel polarized. I didn't know how to take it - interesting to say the least. We went for a smoke and decided it was time to leave since we were both feeling indifferent about the happenings of the evening thus far. It was before midnight when we left. Then we went to Jay's. The the usual venue called our name and we went to The Cellar. We lost the poor polarized Stu and assumed he pulled a runner with no plans of returning. We stayed until it closed. My friend S and I decided it was a good idea to go to Gorg-O-Mish and start the research for my directed study. We missed the no-cover time by a minute. I wasn't about to pay $30 so we told the door we were writing an article. We forgot business cards so we were walking home to get some, because S lives a block away. On the way home S followed this guy because she thought he was, 'the most beautiful thing [she's] ever seen.' She convinced him to find his friend  and come to Gorg-O-Mish. We went to get the cards and to get a falafel pita with everything but onions from Pita Pit (beats Megabyte by a mile - or 10). Then, he calls her. She decides we aren't going to Gorg-O-Mish and rather, he's coming over to her place. My phone, purse and everything I need to be in touch with the world are one block down at Jay's and she is asleep because she has to work at 8 a.m. It's now about 4:30 a.m. The 'most beautiful guy in the world', know to his friends as Milan, has his roommate show up. They come back to my friend's place... both of them. S drags the M into her bedroom. I put a blanket over my head and try to sleep on the couch. The crazy roommate essentially attacks me... and wont leave me alone. S is in the room fucking M. I have no phone, S has no house phone. I have to put the freak roommate who was attacking me on the balcony. Walk in on S having sex, inform her of what is going on outside and to get her phone to wake poor little Jay who has to work in about three hours at this point. Oh no. Regardless, Jay comes and saves me. The roommate decides its a good idea to try and attack her too. I find out later he actually went after S too. Jay and I run out, go to Subway. I insult these gang members by saying one of their his Gucci watches is fake. The girlfriend gets angry. Jay threw out a racial slur and the girlfriend nearly chases us out of Subway. We run to Jay's I grab my stuff and go to Ryan's. He was just getting off work.  I wanted see him, and to leave Jay to sleep before work, her studio doesn't muffle noise too well and I was in no state of mind to be sleeping. Ryan acts like a complete fool all night and turned into a douche bag. Turns out not being a slut is a turn off to some guys. I get home at 10 a.m. after sleeping for a mere two hours and go work an eight hour shift. Jay goes to work after about the same. Remember when your mom and Meg Hickling told you not to talk to strangers? This is why. Oh Saturday. 

Note: Please refer to disclaimer: http://raeandjay.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-hello.html

Not in love.

Lying here tonight in bed as I just put my winter teddy bear sheets on my bed, I realized that something is really different about me and different about this time of year, this year. For the first time in years, I'm not in love. Not in any way, shape or form. Wow, that feels oddly liberating and depressing at the exact same time.

Princesa.

So, driving back from Taxco to Puerto Marques is supposed to take three-four hours... last night we took seven - but before I tell you that story you have to see how beautiful the little city of Taxco is - photos to come soon.



Today we spent the morning/afternoon at the Princess beach. It was the hottest day I've felt since I've been here and the sand was on fire! We spent the day playing and getting smashed in the giant olas (waves), frying our poor bodies and drinking amazing sangria while watching Mexico kick the American's asses in the World Cup qualifying game at the Princess hotel! My silly old man bet me 200 pesos they'd loose. Word to the wise - have faith in the Mexicans! Later on I went surfing for the first time at Revolcadero beach. I now know why it's literally impossible to surf there! I admire those local surfers (though they are rare) that get out there and surf that!The undertow is crazy. I was nearly assaulted by the salvavida (lifeguard) teaching me how to get through the currents, but that's a story for a select few I'll tell some other time. Apparently, Acapulquenos have big hands. Anyhow, the plan for tonight was to head out downtown, but the sun has taken everything out of us and we're just taking it easy at the condo, it's such a nice night as I'm sitting by the pool there's a perfect breeze and not a cloud in the sky. It's insane how many more stars I can see from here than from in little old Ladner, probably 100 times more. Tonight I remembered to wear my bug spray, and I haven't got one bite! Touch wood... now they're going to attack! Anyhow, I'm off to get some sleep so I'm ready for a big night on the town tomorrow!



Besos,

Rae x.

We love Mexicans (and Mexico).

So, after one night with a couple of Mexican boys, clearly trouble started. We woke up in the morning at 10 a.m. to get ready go to the the Princess Beach with Rodrigo and Enrique and went down at what we thought was eleven thirty... because we didn't see any sign of them or hear from them before that. Turns out both of our phones were on Vancouver time and by the time we checked for them it was 1:30 p.m. Oops... so we decided to take an adventure down to Puerto Marques village instead. Cameras in hand we went on a massive photo hunt and spend the afternoon sipping on Sol with lime in a little palapa on the beach, next to an amazing family who we ended up spending the afternoon sharing bags of fresh shrimp and papaya, salsa music, a boat ride through the bay with 20 other Mexicans, playing with their sweet baby girl and practicing our Spanish. Wow, do I have a new found love for Puerto Marques beach in the summertime, you can actually see the sand and water and their aren't hordes of vacationers from Mexico City taking over the place. The real locals are there and every thing about it is paradise.


On our boat ride across the bay and the sweet family that we spent the day with.

By nighttime we finally got a hold of the boys and they came back to Torre Blanca - we played Cranium and fell in love for the evening. Mexican men are so damn charming it's unbelievable, but some are actually truly genuine. So as the night went on we decided to break the one rule my dad gave us for the trip. "Don't go into the village at night, its dangerous, full of crazy gangs and drugs." What did we decide to do? Take quads down from the condo with the boys and their detective uncle Erin, Bacardi, Tequila and Tecate in hand and made our way down to the village, to the dock and drank the night away, filled with muchos besos. Somehow, Rae and Jay have this pattern as of recently... going for friends. 5:30 a.m. came very quickly and before we knew it, we had to be up to drive to Taxco at 8 a.m. Not cool.


Me and a very gorgeous boy by the pool.

I have to go because currently I am being attacked by about 1000 (probably malaria-ridden) mosquitos and I'm not about to wake up tomorrow morning covered from head to toe in bumps! But when I wake up I will edit/add more detail to this post and tell you about how amazingly beautiful Taxco was, and how we are actually truly lucky to be alive at the moment after taking seven hours to drive down through the mountains with a car that has a broken fuel pump, that broke down six times, no lights, in the middle of a major highway with one lane due to construction, and a dangerous amount of semi trucks...

Rae. x.





Sweet little boy at the beach.

Waking up in paradise.

I can't believe I stayed away from this place for five years. That's all I can think right now. I'm so happy to finally be home and just to be able to breathe this air and see so many people that I love. We've not even been here 24 hours and have had some adventures already! We did the inevitable stop at Costco before even getting to Torreblanca, and accidently ran into our oldest friend, Miguel - the owner of the restaurant at our condo, Bar Lanai! Loaded up on sunscreen, fresh fruit, gatorade, white wine, and all the ingredients to make homemade pina coladas - the essentials in Acapulco! We came back, unpacked and went down to Bar Lanai for some dinner. Tortilla chips and tortilla soup! Played with my dad's dinner before he ate it, freshly caught lobster! He was frothing at the mouth so I wiped it for him, his pincher's were already cut off but he was still full of life. Poor Sebastian screamed when they threw him into the hot water.... but he tasted better than anything else we've ever had... wow!

Later on we went to the pool, popped a bottle of champagne and celebrated our arrival! We played with our red ball... which led us to some new friends! Rod Stewart and company.

Drank wine, drank rum, listened to music and swam more!Now It's 7:30 a.m and I've already been up for a few hours. I can't sleep when I'm here I feel like there's no time to waste, and getting up early gives me time to do this in the morning! Anyways, I'm off to wake up Jay and take her to see the village, a photo update will be on its way soon! Then we're off to the Princess Beach and the out for the evening to Palladium!

Puerto Marques Bay, Acapulco, Mexico

Besos,

Rae x.

What's up phoenix, what's up.

Oi kids.

We've arrived safely in the heat of Phoenix, Arizona baby! And it's haat - 9:20 p.m. and it's still 91°F. And here we were thinking Vancouver was insanely hot. So after a morning of scrambling to wake up, go tanning, get eyebrows done, we managed to make our flight. Needless to say we spent the entire plane ride snoozing off a terrible hangover/pita pit filled belly/shadi's roll, or in Jay's case, Red Bull overdose and sleep deprivation. But, after an amazing dinner at Ruby Tuesdays, prawns, fish and rice, we're both feeling back in action and have just spent the evening being driven around by our cute shuttle driver, Matthew and in the pool/hot tub! It feels about five in the morning though, so we're heading to bed. Tomorrow - ACAPULCO LOCO. Consider yourselves warned.

Rae, x.