Hugs for Party Slugs...

So here it is...after that long ass week of touring the west coast im finally home. Ive been home for a week now but this week has been one hell of a week on its own filled with new crushes, new music , trips to the hospital and lots of vitamin C.

First let me start with a re-cap of the west coast tour. Honestly it was a blur, half the time i didnt know what day it was or what city we were in- thank god i didnt scream out HELLOOOO SAN DIEGO when we were in Vegas... haha

We started in LA the place was packed -- the show went well even after me and Grandmasta G almost killed each other in the hotel room. See ladies and gents when you tour with the same person for months and they are all you see-- you start to develop what i like to call "Lord of the Flies" syndrome. During these times i strongly suggest you ask Dave (Beauty Bar LA) to mix you his special Patron love thy neighbor juice. It makes all those angry feelings go away--which is great cus i had to deal with two sloppy drunk chicks on my already too small makeshift stage. Special thanks to Dave and all the sweet fans who cussed them out and got them off stage.

Vegas was interesting-- we played a Beauty pageant.. im just pissed that i didnt get a pair of pumps-- San Fran was my favorite.. Shout outs to Ingrid (i hope i spelled that right) not only cus your awesome but you actually read my blog-- I also met the cutest little dog named Popey with an equally cute owner... which is all i ever really wanted... is that too much to ask..ok more like Jonny Depp and a cute dog..but hey beggars cant be chooser.

I was dubbed "Party Slug" by one of the pretty ladies in the beauty pageant (refer to Future-Rama) which is so true-- partying is part of my Job...you know how hard it is to party when all you want to do is take a nap under a tree in a park...yeah I THOUGHT SO!

which brings me to this week... My party slug days caught up with me this week.. a month of traveling cross seas and times zones with little to no sleep left me fucked up-- is that a medical term...yea had to go to the hospital..and no it wasnt some Lyndsey Lohan self induced cocaine exhaustion thing... but it deff was caused by stress..

but the best thing about heading to the emergency room in Toronto screaming and crying from the pain in your lower back is
1. you have free health care
2. all the hot paramedics come to comfort you
3.they sedate you-- which means i finally got a nap after 3 months
4.they give you codeine....weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

so now im not only not in pain (sorry is that a double negative) but i also got a really cute medics phone number--- AND NO BILL

HA TAKE THAT BUSH!!!!!

See you should all just merry Canadians...we're better looking and we have free health care and no herpes...its a win win for everyone.

Im sure i missed a whole bunch of things from the tour-- but hell you try to remember all that crap after a bottle of Patron a night.. yeah thanks to Dave ive moved on from Vodka to Patron.. ive always been a Tequila girl....Vodka makes me rowdy-- Tequila gives u a better chance at getting my phone number

again ..win win...

Cheers!

ps
PIx from the wonderful life of Isis coming soon. I also want to start a list of the best places to "After Party" --so if you know some places let me know...i want to get footage and use it toward a TH music video..

:)