Brutal weekend. I mean there were high points but the low over shadowed them all.
First the good:
BYOB Cocktail Emporium opens in one week! My bff is opening a store on Queen St West and it has been so much fun hanging out in the space, watching it go from open and empty and then morphing into her vision. There is also a pretty awesome dance floor so some late nights have been had.

Those are Molla Space animal shot glasses. They are super beautiful. The chandelier in the background in made entirely of wine glasses. No kidding, if you are anything like me you are going to drop a cash bomb in this store because everything she carries is damn cool. Especially the vintage glassware and mini bars.

Moose! Love the light blue honeycomb tiles. She had a 19-ft bar built for the store and did the tiling and grouting herself.

Yes, that is a wall of empty Pabst cans. Save your hipster jokes. They are placeholders for vintage inventory. We killed a 60 of vodka this night. Going into BYOB is like a vortex where the drinks are free pouring and the sound system is out of this world. My favourite bar on Queen St. I almost wish it would never open. This here where we’re laying is also the dance floor.
Can you please Like BYOB on Facebook?
Now to the downswing:
I woke up Sunday morning to the sound of a trickle. Not unlike that of a small brook. Opened one, groggy, hungover eye to a full-on flood in my apartment. Like, half an inch of water. It started in the bathroom I guess the toilet never stopped filling up so the water came out of the flusher? J could explain this better. I was hysterical. Thank god for boyfriends – he immediately got a shop vac and we spent 5 hours getting the water up. Luckily for us, we were able to get my floor dry (floor fans and a dehumidifier work awesome for drying up under floorboards FYI) and now my carpet is just a little damp (working on it). Still. Last thing anyone wants to happen to them on a lazy Sunday.
In the cheering up department, my sister moved to Australia and now has a pet kangaroo. They came across it after seeing a dead Momma kangaroo and they took it back to camp. When she gets sleepy, she crawls into a sack and they hang it from a door knob. Cuteness quotient for the week already reached and it’s only Monday.

Her name is Kirby. (the kangaroo, not my sister)
