The Life & Miss-Adventures of Emme Rogers
I’m a busy gal and I can’t make it out to everything or write about everything, although I’d love to, but there is one event I always do my darnedest to get to and that is Vancouver’s Launch Party. LPV was started up by the sexy cats at Strutta and carried on under Maura Rodgers and Danny Robinson’s new endeavor, the Bootup Entrepreneurial Society. The next of which is on Wednesday December 1st at 6 pm at Canvas Lounge.
A few of LPV2's Sexy Cats as taken by Phillip Jeffrey
I cheekily call Launch Party ‘Van City’s Digital Coming Out Party’, because for me it was just that. Way back at the first ever Launch Party, which involved more than a few beverages, dancing the night away, some sexy new technologies, and even sexier tech geeks (one of whom shall remain unnamed offered to buy me a house at LPV1 – I told him I could buy my own house), I had my own coming out tech style. Yep, even though I was not one of the technologies on exhibition, that party was my launch into the digital sphere and many of the sexy geeks in the room that night helped to launch me to where I am today. How? Well, you’ll have to bribe them with alcohol and see if they’ll tell you. So what’s Launch Party to me? It’s my Homecoming, where I go to celebrate all those sexy techies who helped make me who I am, and a place to check out and help launch the latest in sexy technologies, many of which end up aiding me in my storytelling.
Shenanigans at LPV2 as taken by Mike Macadaan
What’s Launch Party to others?
A lively mixer for the city’s brightest entrepreneurs, tech junkies, and bloggers, who are doing it, have done it or want to make their ideas happen here. The goal of the event is to connect BC’s growing community of Internet and new media leaders with investors and other trailblazers across Canada and abroad.
A few locals will tell you right here what Launch Party is to them, through their favourite Launch Party moments:
Now, thanks to Launch Party, I have a pair of tickets to give away to LPV10 this coming Wednesday. All you have to do is drop me a line in the comments and tell me why you want to attend LPV10 – whether it’s to check out the latest technologies, flirt with geeks or mix and mingle with some cool cats, I don’t care, as long as you have a reason. Then at 9 pm on Saturday November 27th, I will stick the names of all of the commenters in a hat and draw the name of one lucky winner of the pair of tickets..
Look forward to seeing you at LPV10!
Kisses,
Emme xoxo
I have been blessed in life with some incredible male friends. The kind that I can talk to candidly about everything, and that I have, at times to their chagrin. In our twenties this really revolved around me sitting on the couch and acting as Dr. Ruth to them, as they ventured out into the world of understanding the female mind and navigating the boudoir. In our early thirties, it was them trying to vent about their marital issues with me and me doing my best not to clock them up side the head and shake the realization into them that ‘it’s not all about them any longer, they have a family, and despite whatever delusions they had at play in their head, yes, they have always been the family wagon kind of guy.’ Now that we’ve reached our mid to late thirties, the tables have turned, and they’ve been focusing their attention on sorting out my dating life, so they don’t have the wife and the purely platonic, absolutely no sex mistress to feel responsible for (ie. me).
Photo by Don LaVange
So one of my oldest and dearest male confidants was chatting with me the other day, and knowing that I love to cook and am in my element in the kitchen, was wondering why I had yet to invite the current fellow over for a meal. I blushed and admitted I had been working so much that the house was dangerously approaching something out of Hoarders (and before you’re totally aghast at me, I exaggerate, a wee bit anyhow). It was then that he smacked me in the face (metaphorically) with a violently shocking epiphany.
“If your concerned with him realizing that you can be a bit messy at times (I’ve decided in my head that the term ‘slob’ was not used), then maybe it’s your car that you should be more concerned of. That is the first impression he’ll get of your habitat and men are meticulous about their cars.”
Really? Do men really judge us gals on the condition of our cars? Men do realize that a car for us gals is an extension of our handbags, don’t they?
Was hit by this epiphany with a stream of alarm sirens blaring in my head. Dear God, if this was true, the horror was hitting me of what all the previous suitors had thought of me and what impression I’d already given this guy.
A typical view of my backseat, filled with plants and other odd items.
Maybe this was just my buddy …. and my Dad …. and my brother-in-law … and the Limp Burrito (aka Spanish Stallion). My brother, after all is a car slob, constantly treating the floor of my Mom’s and my cars as a dustbin. So what’s the truth gentlemen? Do you judge us gals on the cleanliness of our cars?
Yours inquiringly,
Emme xoxo
PS. Did a wee reconnaissance on the current suitor’s car the other night and was horrified to discover that it was impeccably tidy inside.
Now I know that Timeraiser is an excellent cause designed to get people excited about volunteering, showing them some cool volunteer opportunities in their communities, promoting artists in their community … blah blah blah blah blah … and a whole pile of other do gooder shit, but let’s get down to the real reason to go to a Timeraiser Event – this is THE PERFECT VENUE for MEETING that SPECIAL SOMEONE.
Think about!!! The kind of person attracted to such an event:
BINGO!!!! I mean, need I say more.
I know, I need not say more, but I can’t help but share a couple of visuals …
Timeraiser Vancouver Madmoiselle: Jessica Evans
Gentlemen, need you see more?
Rumour has it she’s wearing the same dress as last year, which despite fancying men, even makes me drool.
A Couple of the Artists: Rachael Ashe and Mia Weinberg
Can't attest to these gals relationship statuses gents. You'll have to do your own reconnaissance.
Madam Timeraiser Vancouver: Jen Grebeldinger
I'm afraid this one, although oh so fine, is taken gentlemen.
I’d post a few snaps of the men too, but selfishly, I’m more interested in inviting a plethora of gentlemen out and I’m guessing that the snaps above will better aid in that.
So what are the details?
The 3rd Annual Timeraiser Vancouver is on Thursday September 23rd at 7 pm at the Roundhouse Community Centre.
You can get your $20 tickets here or win a pair by commenting below with ‘your favourite volunteer experience’ or ‘why you enjoy volunteering’. I will pop the name of all whom comment in a hat and draw a name of the lucky winner at 6 pm on Tuesday September 21st.
See you on Thursday night!
Kisses,
Emme xoxo
It’s almost like Serena Ryder wrote this as a sound track of my summer and the 5 or so years leading up to it:
If anyone happens to have a road map to the men in my world, I’d greatly appreciate your sharing it with me.
