Vancouver Part III

Holy hell, what a weekend we have had. Just up now at the crack of 10 and going to try and get some of our wonderful shenanigans down in writing and in pics.

So Saturday night, we had a fantastic BBQ with a whole bunch of friends. It was the grand finale of the Symphony of Fire so we had a Prideful pyro celebration as a backdrop, too. (You can click on any of the pics here to make them bigger.) The party went until 3am and it was a blast. Pattycake whipped up a delicious Greek meal: grilled Greek chicken, spanikopita, Greek salad and mini cupcakes for Minx's birthday.

And then there was Sunday, the big day of homolicious celebration, where everyone is as gay as can be. Where do I even start? We got up and had breakfast with Minx, laughing about the wildness of the night before--who knew 12 lezzies and one metrosexual man could put away so much vodka! We started out at the festival, where we got our groove on early and had our first crack of the crop!

It's hard to know exactly how many dykes woke up this morning with welts on their asses, but I'd imagine the number is in the triple digits. With three of us cruising the party--Assolina Spankaromo, Bootalina Slapacoli, and Bumaccina Whipaletti (see where it all began)--we covered a lot of ass real estate. We even had shirts made with our names on them just so people knew who they were dealing with.

The Chicka was one of the best lezzie parties I've been to (and I've been to a lot lately) because of the awesome venue--BC's old heritage mansion. And there had to have been 1000 women crammed into the old rooms, which were pounding with base from the three dance floors, or outside in the huge, lush, estately garden (see video below). We had such fun! God sure must like gay people because the weather couldn't have been any more perfect. 70 degrees and sunny as an Arizona morning.

After hamming it up--or rather whipping it up--at the Chicka party, we headed to dinner at Bin 941. Yummmmmmmmmmmm! If you're ever in Vancouver, make sure you hit this tiny little gem. At Bin 941, we noshed on lots of yummy tapas and made friends with a hot group of fags. They were armed with squirt guns, and of course were were armed with crops, so there was a big showdown late in the evening which ended up outside. I chased one of the squirting sassy-asses around the block with my crop and came back defeated and soaked.

All in all, good times--no, rather, GREAT times--were had by all and we rang in Minx's birthday (which is today) in style!



Now I'm ready to start detoxing, take a nap and put away crop (well, at least for today).

Vancouver Pride Part II

Did you hear the crack of the riding crop last night? If you were within 100 miles of Vancouver, BC surely you heard the slap of the leather against all the lezzies asses as well as the boom boom base coming from the upper deck dance floor of the Chicks Ahoy party.

The boob cruise was, in one word: CRAZY! The Italian Croppers were in full force last night, Bumacinna Whipaletti and I (Bootiola Slapacoli), following our fearless leader AssolinaSpankaromo. You can see Assolina started out the night by teaching these colorful seafaring dykes a thing of two. After they got wind of the spankings, chicks started to line up. One after one, they bent over the side of the boat and closed their eyes, afraid, but thing of two about S&M. After one crack, they'd lean over even further and ask for more.

Things really got out of control when one lunatic lezzie--after I cracked her ass on the dance floor (she begged for it)--picked me up off the ground with her big burly brute and wrapped my legs around her waist, only to tear my skirt at the back slit, up to the crack in my ass! See photo--I turned the tear around to the front so we could get a good pic. Things got even worse when, waiting in line to pee, the frenetic furry taco diver walked by me, stopped, reached for my skirt and ripped it up even higher. So, about an hour before the cruise docked, I was pretty much walking around and dancing it up in only my g-string. Mom would've been proud.

Today we're hosting a BBQ in honor of Pride and plan on taking it easy so we can save our energy for tomorrow's celebration and Chicka Party, where the Italian Croppers will be out in even fuller force. Seriously, look out ladies! Prepare your bums....

Vancouver Pride Part I

Well, we started last night with a bang for pride weekend here in Vancouver. Or, I guess I should say a spank. Assolina Spankaromo (aka Pattycake) made an appearance last night with her riding crop and made sure everyone was good and ready for pride. Here Assolina Spankaromo is giving this lovely dyke a snap for being a bad, bad girl at our little wine party.

More to come from Assolina Spankaromo and her proteges Bootino Slapacoli (aka Lipstick) and Bumaccino Whipaletti (aka Minx).

We will be making a number of appearances (riding crop in hands) this weekend, so get your bums ready Vancouver lezbots! We'll be whipping you all into shape.

Vancouver Pride!

I'm so excited. The Minx is coming for a visit this weekend for her birthday and it just so happens to be Pride here in Vancouver, BC so, I'm double excited! You can check out gayvancouver.net for more info about all the exciting events. This will be the first Pride (no matter the city) in many years that I won't be working as Lipstick, either on stage or in CURVE's booth and I'm going to paint the town red! We have so many fun things planned--tomorrow night is the Chicks Ahoy boob (er, I mean booze) cruise, where they pack a huge yacht full of 400 lesbos and sail around English Bay for a couple hours. Saturday, we'll check out the festival and Sunday, we'll hit the Chicka - Hot House of Hotties (that's what they call it, no joke) party.

It's sure to be a good weekend, full of colorful stories and shenanagins, some of which I'll share here. Stay tuned for pictures and updates as we get our gay on.

Lindsay + Samantha = Uhaul

In light of this recent post, does Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson's time spent in NYC sway your vote?

You can read the whole article here, but People Magazine is reporting the new lezfest was: "Holding hands and gazing into each other eyes, the couple dined in a cozy, candlelit corner table at Gemma late Monday evening. The two looked quite happy, sitting next to each other as they chatted and laughed in a dark corner..."

Be sure to vote on the side bar and let your voice be heard!

* photo from People Magazine (Photo by: FREDDY BAEZ / RAMEY PHOTO)

Blasts from the Past

I am usually not one to sign up for these networking sites. There are a bevy of them: MySpace (although we do have an L & D space), LinkedIn and others. But at the urging of my brother, who, living in the bay area and in the creative technical industry, is the king networker, I decided to sign up for Facebook recently. And then, omg, the flood gates opened. I started hearing from people I haven't talked to in 20 years! Some even longer. One friend, Katie, who left my grade school when we were 10, is now living in London. Another, Jennie, went on to play collegiate golf after we lost touch in Junior High. The discoveries go on and on.

Something important to know about me is that keeping in touch with old friends from the past isn't new. In fact, some of my nearest and dearest--who I still talk to regularly--I met in kindergarten. Next month, I'm headed to Arizona (where I was raised) to attend the "Posse Reunion." What is the "Posse," you ask. Well, it was a self-proclaimed group senior chicks from my high school who'se shit didn't stink (or so we thought). I was one of the founding members. Admittedly, we were probably some of the girls many of you hated in high school. And some of us (not me, of course) may have deserved the disdain. Being the budding lesbian with a big heart I was--cheerleading and student council aside--I had friends in every circle: The theater peeps, the supersmart advanced placement science kids, even the wallflowers who no one really knew. That all said, I'm DYING to see the posse! While there were about 12 of us back in the day (we even had t-shirts made and wore them with pride), the group has dwindled a bit. I think there are only 8 or 9 partaking in the August shenanigans. But still, as I get older and meet more people, I realize how rare what we share is. We're all different, too (I'm token lezbot and the only one without kids) and those differences have only made us richer through the years.

So, my point is--before bouncing off on my posse tangent--is this: put yourself out there on Facebook and see who comes knocking on your door. Like me, you might not only reconnect with your past, but you might also be pleasantly surprised.

* the pic below is of the Posse on our senior trip to San Diego.

Lightin' it Up in Vancouver, BC

I've been spending some time up here in Vancouver, BC lately and have been enjoying the city immensely. Last week, I got to take in my first Symphony of Fire, which is a battle of the countries (different from the wars fought on on the ground). Instead of with guns and bombs, the countries battle it out in the skies over Vancouver with fireworks. It's a pyro-war. Who can put together the most amazing display, using the most innovative and cutting edge crack boom fireworks?

In tandem with the fire show, a symphony plays music, which is broadcast across the entire city on a rock station 101.1 FM, that goes along with the beautimus explosions.

Canada went first this year (see video below). USA went last night and China goes on this coming Wednesday. The finale takes place on Saturday, where a country is crowned winner. If you're in the area or in the Pacific Northwest, head north and come check out the shows! They're amazing! The whole city shuts down for them.