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This week’s happenings in Accordion City

Tonight

Thirsty People of Toronto meeting at Rancho Relaxo — College Street, just west of Spadina. The drinking starts at eight-ish.

Kat Goldman plays the Free Times Cafe, which is also on College Street, just west of Spadina. How conveeeeeenient.

Wednesday

Kick Ass Karaoke at the Bovine Sex Club — Queen Street West, just east of Bathurst. Things usually start at around 9 or 9:30, and the place is hopping by 11. Carson the host got some new discs, one of which has Moby’s We Are All Made of Stars — I might have to do that one.

Before Karaoke, I’ll probably warm up by watching Enterprise — I am a geek, after all — and enjoying my giant beer.

Thursday

The Open Door Festival at the Opera House — a fundraiser for the Red Door Family shelter. Good music for a good cause!

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The birthday party photos

Photos taken with my camera

Jai Johnson’s photos

Rannie Turingan’s photos

Paul’s photos

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The party, from Jai’s camera (part four)

Here’s the final installment from Jai’s set of photos.

Even cute when blurry. Holly, Hoda and Leila with half of Will.

Dorian holds court over the lounge crowd.

Fergal (in the foreground) watches my unstoppable schmoozing style.

Stephanie: “PARTY! WHOO!”

Leila scores a debating point and Dorian makes a rebuttal.

The mackin’s not just going on in the living room, it’s happening out on the back deck.

The fellas on the back deck.

Chris Turner, Iain Deans, Greg Wells and Dave Kemp. Greg always goes from zero to slut after 8 beers.

Still mackin’.

Will: “Don’ be messin’ wit’ me, dogg.”

Adam marvels at all the cute women in glasses at the party.
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The party, from Paul’s camera

My housemate Paul managed to take a few shots at the party — here they are!

Guests

Leila and Will, getting all gangsta on my rap-video friendly couch. “Dese couches be all blinged out, yo!”

Obligatory “cute girls” shot number one. Hoda and Karen.

Obligatory “cute girls” shot number two. Sandi and Karin.

Celebrant

Me at the start of the party. It must’ve been shortly after 9:00 p.m. in this shot.

Damned fine cake!

My cake-cutting style is unstoppable!

“Hello. My name is Jose Martin deVilla. You are at my party. Prepare for cake.”

Here comes the Becherovka! I brought this back from Prague in 2000 for just this sort of special occasion.

Here we are, getting ready to do Becherovka shots.
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The party, from Jai’s camera (part 3)

Celebrity visits

Along with Kat Goldman, we also had a visit from I Mother Earth’s bassist Bruce Gordon and world famous chef Susur Lee. Bruce looks like he had a blast, and Susur said he loved the decor, askedme about Filipino cooking and said I should drop by the restaurant for drinks sometime.

I highly recommend both I Mother Earth’s albums and Susur’s restaurant.

More photos

Nothin’ like ladies with hammers!

The kitchen crowd, starring Rannie, Jay, Adam, some guy (can’t tell whom) and Anne.

There’s a catwalk above the back deck, and Jai took some great aerial shots of the crowd from there.

Catwalk shot number two.

There’s always some bare-bum action at my parties, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dave does magic tricks. “See, Therese? You don’t think there’s a quarter in your ear, but if I reach in…”

Will practices his “gangsta” look.

Lounge shot number one.

I mention that I’m now in my “Jager-and-Schlager years” in my invite, and lo and behold, someone brings them as a gift! Thank you!

Shooting the shit with Ryan in my room.

Random back deck shot number one.

Random back deck shot number two.

My room, as shot from outside the window on the west side.

“Hi, we’re happily married, and we bought our car at Downtown Honda.”
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The party, from Jai’s camera (part 2)

Thank you, Paul, for the Oreo birthday cake!

Paul took the candles from the cake I got him (they spelled “1337”, which is read as “leet” — hacker talk for “elite”) and rearranged them to read “37 3 1”; 37 minus 3 plus 1 equals 35. Nice arithmetic work, homeslice.

Paul explains that 37 minus 3 plus 1 does equal 35 to a skeptical onlooker.

Milliseconds after I blow out the candles. The cake was heaven: chocolate layer on the bottom, followed by a white layer, then custard, then icing. I will atone for my sins at the gym today.

I’m so overwhelmed at the cake that I’m reduced to non-sequitur hand gestures (“Yo, they were this big, dogg!”)

Some of the booty. A magnum of Heineken from Desmond, red wine, and Blavod “black vodka”. It’s really black!

The judges approve of the snacks.

Todd the elliptic curve god and I listen to Amanda’s exciting monkey bum stories for boys and girls.

Look! Avril Lavigne and J-Lo showed up for cake! No, that’s Holly and Leila. But Dorian (in the jacket on the left) is happy to see them anyway.

Will tells me how pleased he is that I’ve stocked his favourite drink: cranberry juice at room temperature. No, I’m not kidding.

Stephanie shows us her favourite page of the Sex Manual for People Over 30. I am contemplating the wisdom on the page.

Random dining room shot number one.

My guests marvel at how erudite a bookshelf we keep in the living room.

The entrance to the dining room, as seen from the living room.
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The party, from Rannie’s camera

Here are two party shots from Rannie “Photojunkie” Turingan’s camera:

Ah, sweet beer…eases the pain!

The upstairs bathroom is a prime photo location for The Mirror Project.