a year ago tonight i was watching Prince at the Troubadour

prince at the troubadourit wasnt that good.

people see things other people do and theyre all omg so lucky

but sometimes those people are seeing prince at the troubadour

and like the worlds greatest prince fan barney so wisely noted:

the bigger the room, the more hits prince will play

the smaller the room, the fewer hits prince plays.

troubadour is pretty damn small.

so small prince didnt play any hits.

and charged us $100 for the pleasure.

thus, you might read this very blog and think damn tonys got the life.

and its true that sometimes im seeing prince at the troubadour.

but sometimes im wishing i was anywhere else.

happy mothers day mom

mothers daysure its a day late but i sent her flowers on friday and called her yesterday so its all good.

but happy mothers day mom! i love you sooooooo

my mom was born in a georgian rainstorm.

my grandma, legend has it, was picking peaches in the backyard because she was bored of being pregnant.

everyone said Henri you crazi get your pregnant belly back in the house

but my grandma couldnt be bossed around and sure enough after a few peaches were plucked,

the sweetest peach of them all decided it was time to set foot in that red georgia clay.

everyone said Henri you crazi get over to the hospital and deliver that baby

but my grandma just sat down in that back yard sipping on lemonade

and gave birth to my mom on a pleasant september afternoon.

somehow the only thing that my mom is exactly like my grandma about is

they both had a beautiful eye for style, keeping a clean house, and a love of books and mathematics.

my mom was one of the first female computer programmers this nation has ever known.

in the early days of the xbi they taught her both russian and german but when she insisted on using it for good and not evil she was kicked out.

only time she was ever fired in her life.

my mom never swears. once she got frostbite. she was crying on the stairs. it made me cry and the dog bark.

agony! agony! is all she would say.

i felt so worthless.

it was then i decided to move to a climate where my mom would never get frostbite in hopes she would follow to be close to her favorite son.

but like grandma, no one can tell my sweet momma what to do.

except Jesus.

happy mothers day ma!!!!

canadians are everywhere (thank god)

spent a three day weekend in las vegas to relax, catch up on some reading
and start my summer dieting routine.
because i knew the xbi would probably drug me, and take me to the hard rock
i drugged myself and kidnapped myself to the east side.
(just kidding mom, no drugs were involved – except fun!)
certainly did not expect to be recognized,
but with canadians on vacation i guess anything is possible.

hard rock hooked me up with a poolside room in the new tower
which karisa calls the douche tower because of its affliction-esque interior design
its a tad annoying because you have to shlep through the whole hotel to get to the room
but part of the summer diet is a tad of walking and climbing.
lucky me, snoop dogg was playing at the pool sat night, but unlucky me
after hanging out at the pool saturday day with karisa, her sis and mom,
we were passed out as the double g freestyled poolside
no worries, by 11pm we were dining on sea bass and catching our second wind.


unfortunately (and fortunately) what happens in vegas doesnt end up on the busblog
even though nothing in here blah blah blah
lets just say new friends were met, old friendships were solidified
and lots and lots of books were read
and one blogger may have gotten a bit tanner thanks to the perfect weather.
dont forget to rock, north america.