Mucho Caliente!!!
In keeping with my penchant for omni-cultural harmony and hot Spanish T&A (tequila and the Andes, you horned-up sex doggies!), I have to plug Telelatino's Salsa on St. Clair street festival which kicks off tonight. In 2005, the event's inaugural year, more than 200,000 people descended upon the couple of blocks that I am proud to call my hood. There is something for everybody at this street party. There are several awesome latin bands playing on different street corners, as well as on the main stage, cultural vendors and a kids' play and stage area.
Most importantly though, there is plenty of booze, food and hot latino/latina eye candy. What more could you ask for in a cultural event? Come one, come all. Ride the red rocket or bring your red rocket. But whatever you do, haul that sweet ass of yours uptown to St. Clair and experience a little of what I get to love and covet everyday!
For info and directions check the link out HERE. Have a great weekend kiddies- I know I will!
Labels: Culture, Urban Anecdotes
posted by K-Dough at 10:23 AM
39 Comments:
Thanks for the heads up, KDough. I think I'll drag El Chaperone out tonight.
Because Saturday is a whole other kettle of fish. And snot-rockets. And showers of pube-hairs. And leiderhosen.
I think you just achieved a previously undiscovered degree of "cryptic" Sheen baby.
I don't know about you K, but I want to party with Sheena Saturday... I'm all about decryption.
JC: You can count the K-Dough out of any event that isn't smooth and NEET. First sign of jungle and I'm histoire, dude.
K-Dough, I went to the event last year and it was really good. I might go again. But I am still waiting for Taste of the Danforth.
I NEETed the hair off my legs last night to get that clean, swimmer/cyclist look going, only to highlight the prominence of my icreasingly disturbing fucking varicose veins. Not the effect I was going for.
A life of pounding the drums has many bad side effects, people. I have forearms like popeye, but the lower back of a ninety year old. I have wrist muscles that actually puff up, but knees that can barely get me up the stairs. And now this. Be warned, all you future Buddys.
Leather, that is why you should only play piano and listen to rock music instead of beating the drums.
Thanks for the advice Joanne, but it's a little late. (Besides, keyboardists are usually very emotionally disturbed people.)
ha ha
I'm heading down to Pittsburgh to see these guys Saturday night:
http://www.youtube.com/results?search=Shack*Shakers
If you are that concerned about the veins, you can have them removed. I don't notice them on men, if you want my opinion.
Nothing like the feeling of freshly Neet-ed legs..mmmm...
Leather, I wasn't talking about keyboardists, I was talking about playing victorian era piano but thanks for informing me that I am emotionally disturbed.
No probs Joanne. Anytime.
Sheena, I admire/am baffled by your willingness/ability to dash off to far off places to see obscure bands. You make me feel like a slug.
Obscure?
No way, man. The Shack Shakers opened for Robert Plant at SXSW in '04 and have been anointed by none other than Jello Biafra.
Who stole one of my shoes at Le Rendezvous in '84, but I think I'll save that story for MY frickin' blog.
Robert Plant? The guy who banged (shudder) Allanah Myles, forcing me to shove my classic Zep cds to the back of my collection until I was able to put it in perspective many years later?
No, Jello stole my shoe.
Leather... the NEET work very well? Old Joe is a hairy bugger, and last vacation my wife suggested waxing my back.
For any men out there considering this type of method... DON'T!!!
I can honestly say it is the most painful fucking experience of my life. I'd rather be repeatedly kicked in the nuts than go through that again. I'd rather be cursed with Kidney stones the rest of my life. I'd rather pluck hairs one by one than experience the sadistic ritual of waxing.
It was so bad, I told Mrs. Joe if that if she wanted to spend the rest of her days walking around with hairy legs... I was completely cool with it.
So I'm wondering how well the NEET works.
I'll you one thing about Neet, and that is to do a little test somewhere before you slather it all over your body. I was singing the praises of Neet one day at golf and convinced a friend to try it. She had a terrible allergic reaction and had to cover up for weeks after.
I'd love to Neet my husband but I don't think he'd agree unless he was really drunk.
Your husband doesn't get really drunk? Wow, what is he fucking happy or something? Sheesh.
Anyways, whatever your depillatory methods, never try this:
Shave your nuts with a rusty, chipped and blunt disposable razor. Then when nothing comes off, take a long bath in NEET. Then, to cool down the burning, dip your entire firey, knicked member in a jug of pickling vinegar.
Oww-fuckin'-chhhh!!!! Never do that again.
Sheena- Jello Biafra? Really? What did he do with your shoe? Did you ever wash the other one again?
I actually met Wendy O'Williams at a magazine launch around '84ish. T'was a dream come true. Now she was a woman.
I've just never thought to remove his body hair when he was really drunk. He's an easy slut after he's had a few too many and I could talk him into anything, especially if it involved the removal of clothing, which is foreplay to a drunk.
I thought drinking was foreplay to a drunk?
Actually, I think breathing is foreplay to a drunk. Or at least to the drunks that live in my house.
Pam- How many drunks you got cooped up in there? Too bad y'all weren't a little closer-you could join us tonight for some over-imbibing and laughter!
That sounds grand, K. Next time I'm in the area I'll let you know. Certainly sounds more exciting than anything I have planned this weekend. My husband is in Toronto. Bastard. I mean, hard workin'love puppy.
Some might pray for such free-spirited spousal leave you know!
Enjoy the St.Clair hood as I venture up to our nation's capital to sweat a little up there.
Peace, Love, and Bananas.
You'll be sweating in Ottawa, noel.It's hot as hell here.
K-dough,
I don't mind a little spousal leave every now and then but he is away quite a bit. Fortunately, I know now to entertain myself.
Anybody good at Bluesfest this year? I love that event.
Best act EVER was 2 years ago - Bob Log III
http://www.boblog111.com/
Still have my Boob Scotch Shirt somewhere.
It's very caliente here as well...
Hotter the better I say. Less clothes means less earthly encumberence...
We used to have an awesome world class blues fest in T.O. at Harbourfront. It was cancelled though. Now it's just the pedestrian watered down white toast shite at Beaches Jazz, Downtown Jazz and the touristy tripe at the Distillery District.
Broken Social Scene last Friday, Metric tonight I think. Sam Roberts was here during the week sometime.
Cool, Pam. I saw Metric last year for the first time at Bluesfest. Caliexico was good fun despite the rain. I like Sam Roberts in a scruffy dirty kind of way.
Can I ask a question: Why are these bands playing at a blues festival? There is absolutely nothing bluesy about any of them.
I wonder the same thing every year.Whatta my missing here? Metric is a great band, but Blues? Don't think so.I hear Broken Social Scene was awesome. I'm sorry I missed it.
Here are some links that I believe will be interested
Nice idea with this site its better than most of the rubbish I come across.
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