La Mexicana | Yo Quiero TacoTweetup!

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Once upon a time, I kept my calendar booked solid with events around Toronto, revelling in everything that social media had to offer! But life doesn’t stand still, and we learn to choose where we show up as time grows more precious.

With a baby on the way and one of the most challenging jobs I’ve had yet, I’m well on my way to becoming an urban legend of the Toronto social media scene. But even though fatherhood’s hot on my heels, I look at someone like Yashy and feel a bit of hope. Pregnant with her second child, she can still find time to go out with her husband and daughter Akira to events and still balance all the parts of her life. That’s exactly what I’m going for with I’m Not Dead, I’m Just a Dad — just because you have kids, it doesn’t mean the rest of your life has to come to a screeching halt!

You just need to change the rules.

Yo Quiero TacoTweetup, Por Favor!

TacoTweetup made for a good night!

Held on the first Friday the 13th of 2013, TacoTweetup was a shout-out to Toronto’s Twitter community to come out and play, since we hadn’t had a group event for a bit. La Mexicana, found on the outskirts of Toronto’s Yorkville neighbourhood*, was the venue of choice, giving us a great place to celebrate Mexican Independence Day!

TacoTweetup was the brainchild of a few key characters:

It was a solid time to try Mexican food, taste some top-shelf libations, and catch up on all the “industry gossip”. It was a cold Friday in The Big Smoke, but the patio heaters kept things surprisingly toasty.

The food and alcohol samples were plentiful, including:

Comida? ME GUSTA!!!

Blame it on the…

3 carnitas tacos, a Dos Equis, a shot of Patrón, several appetizers, 100 photos and hours of conversation later, and I’d say Anum did a pretty good job! We left with gift cards, full bellies and high spirits, promising to see each other soon.

The Verdict

TacoTweetup didn’t blow my mind, but that wasn’t the point of it. I’ve been to the parties. I’ve wined and dined the nights away. The last few years have been such a blur of activity that it’s nice to just hang out with friends and have a chat sometimes. We all need to grow up eventually, and whether it’s with shots of Patrón or over a plate of tacos, we start to learn the best ways we really want to spend our time.

Anum, thank you for TacoTweetup. It was just what I needed without knowing I needed it.

 

Hasta la vista from your favourite Toronto social media urban legend,

–case p.

*I use “outskirts” loosely – Yorkville isn’t all that big.

Magnum Pleasure Store | Getting #MyMagnum On — Does it Live Up to the Hype?

Magnum Pleasure Shop — Front EntranceYou may have seen it from afar. You’ve heard people talk about it; you’ve seen it in the news. You see photos all over social media of these ice cream creations layered with all sorts of toppings, each on looking more individual than the next! And as of reading this, you have less than 3 weeks to try a boutique ice cream parlour experience in the middle of Toronto!

The Magnum Pleasure Store wants to change the way Toronto looks at ice cream. There’s the ice cream you knew from when you were a kid — your parents would bring home a huge tub or you’d run up to the guy in the ice cream truck as he rolled through your neighbourhood, bells a-ringin’.

That’s not what this is.

0004: Dear World, I’m Tired of Ballin’

World, I’m tired of:

  • Too many birthdays to celebrate
  • Too many going-away parties
  • Too many expectations of chipping in for overly extravagant situations
  • Too much costing too much too much of the time

Yes, I work a job that pays pretty well. But I work hard – I work DAMN hard. And things just keep coming up. My weekends are full of events all over the map that require my time, effort and dollars… and I think I’ve reached my limit. Art – oftentimes it costs nothing. The resources I use are my imagination and the tools I choose to use to create. The return I get from what I invest is more often than not guaranteed to be what I expected. I just can’t live a life that isn’t reflective of who I am anymore. I can feel it chipping away at my sanity, and I think I’m having no more of it.

But back to what this blog’s really about with that rant out of the way. Why do I draw? Funny story: last night I was in the Yorkville area of town with the girlfriend and some of her crew, and as the night progressed (literally, as we were at Remy’s for 6-7 hours) I busted out the pencil, some paper, and while the red wine was knocked back, the sketches went a-flyin. Our waitress, Celeste, was very complimentary, but what was surprising was that some hot chick (though not as hot as the girlfriend, obviously) randomly made her way out of the crowd and suddenly appeared to my right:

Her: “Are you a designer?!”
Tipsy Casey: “Kinda sorta – I tend to draw tons of different things!”

We talked a little about how she has numerous friends who’re designers and whatnot, and hopefully she’d see my work on the cover of Vogue in the future or something.

Yes. Vogue. Let me clarify.

So when I busted out the drawings, what had been on top of the stack this time were photos of runway models and their crazy outfits. So I began sketching away as I do with anything else. Now, let’s translate this into a mathematical equation:

Yorkville hangout (i.e. Place where people want to act richer than they actually are) + drawing pictures that make you look like a stylist (looks like Cosmo magazine has a purpose after all!) + copious amounts of alcohol (which, of course, is instrumental in many equations in life) = girls coming to talk to you. Learn from me, men. I will show you things in life which you have never imagined. 😉

So right now I’m at Marben Restaurant on Wellington just at the post-meal bill-waiting. The food was alright – your standard small portions, costly place-type fare – but the dessert was pretty interesting; “home-made” sorbet in the following flavours:

  • Strawberry Mint
  • Lime Basil
  • Blueberry Cinammon
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The Sorbets served with Marben’s prix fixe menu…

Blueberry Cinnamon was whatev (for I don’t like blueberries and rarely eat anything cinnamon), to me the strawberry mint tasted like… strawberry sorbet… but the lime basil – SO GOOD. They took two of my favourite flavours and combined it into something EPIC. It makes me want to learn how to make my own sorbet so I can make MORE.

Anyway, we got back home in one piece and I’m in dire need of rest, so I’ll close this chapter shortly, I suppose. I’m thinking perhaps next blog I should just upload a ton of sketches and no words? Would y’all like that? Are you tired of my verbose nature?

Holla at a brotha.

Until then, I remain…

–case p.