Crawling Out of the Cave

So ever so slowly I am emerging from my winter hibernation and several month long Olympic hangover. To sound all hauty tauty film industry-esque, I am now coming off of my hiatus. Finally!  And with that, I am looking for a new party dress. So you are likely to see a few changes here in the next few days.

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1) I feel like doing a bit of Spring Cleaning and getting a fresh new look, so will be playing around with the blog look. Let me know if you have any suggestions. Colour, font …etc.

2) Back to planning my Travel Adventures and as such am toying with the idea of bringing a few other storytellers along for the ride. So hopefully, we might hear from a few old friends like Sid and Brie (and maybe even Sir Von Ritter), and I’ve invited a UK artist, Lainie, that I quite like, to play around in the space a bit, as I think her imagery and travel experience might be a good fit for the adventures.

3) Ahimsa is getting a new set of interns, including a dancer and musician – Alyzee and Bronwyn – and I truly believe that it would be criminal to leave their whole education in the hands of the bright eyed and flower field frolicking Erica. Really someones got to introduce them to the ghetto (not really sure that this is the ghetto, but lets pretend it is for a second or two at least). Might even try to occasionally steal Liz from time to time, purely for the selfish reason as I can’t believe Ahimsa now has a professional photographer on staff and no one has thought to organize a photo shoot for me. Scandalous!! Well two can play at that game. Time to pull out the shiny objects, in the form of colourful summer drinks to lure the interns away with.

Here’s Bronwyn playing at The Cellar:

Wish me luck!

Kisses,

Emme xoxo

Being Emme

Good Morning World!!! And welcome to my new day!

I know you’re all dying to know what I’ve been up to and I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you (or more aptly Fuzzywiggle Furrypants would and she doesn’t like getting her paws dirty).

Spearing a Canadian by you.

Photo by Tris Hussey

In all seriousness, it’s time for some changes in my world – good changes – big changes. A little spring cleaning for the soul if you will.  Starting the year off with a fresh new space and a fresh new look.

What are these changes that I speak?

  • Well for one, its time to finish the novel, ‘Single in the Suburbs’ that originally started me down this path.  And then get started with my Mom on it’s sequel, ‘My Mom, the Junkie’.
  • Two, it’s time.  I feel ready.  For what?  Well, some gals would say ‘their Prince Charming’, for me it’s ‘My Snuggly Old Blankey’.
  • Three. I’m striving for balance. I bit of a lofty goal I know, but if you don’t try, you’ll never succeed.

This new space is my journey to the above and it’s pages will be filled with the characters and settings that inspire me along the way, along with those heroes that do their best to catch me when I fall.  Because no matter how independent we are, every gal needs her heroes .

Northern Voice 2009 by John Biehler.

Photo by John Biehler

Speaking of heroes, I would be most remiss if I didn’t mention two, aside from my family, that have really helped to inspire this new space and clarify it’s direction.  An enormous thanks to Tris Hussey, you sexiest of devils, for the whisperings of WordPress themes and SEOs in my ear.  And a great big thanks to Jennifer Priest, who is coaching me on finding my path to fulfilling my dreams.  I’m finding my sessions with her to be incredibly inspirational, so I will share an account of my journey with her here.

For all the Sexy in Van City fans out there, no worries, it will continue with Kittyn.  So stay tuned as she puts her own cat spin on the site.  You can always get a blast from the past here too.  Just scroll through my ‘Little Black Book’ for  Sid’s, Sir von Ritter’s, Miss Roo’s and my old Sexy in Van City Posts.  They’re the ones dated February 2009 or earlier.

Love and Light (and as always Kisses),

Emme xoxo

The Fellas

international man of mystery by *sean.

As some of you may have noticed, a couple of fellas have joined us writing on Sexy In Van City as of late.  Neither Sid nor Sir von Ritter are Van City Boys, but I for one can attest to the sexiness of both of these fine, fine gentlemen.  And I really can’t help it if I am an International Woman of Mystery and attract my men from all over the world, now can I?  No Sexy In Van City Gal should ever have to apologize for our international appeal.  At any rate, I do hope that as you read more from these two handsome fellas that you grow just as fond of them as I am.

by the pool (other side) by madabandon.

Much love,

Emme

PS. Sir von Ritter promises to finish “A Knightly Tale” as soon as he is able to pries himself loose from the grips of his Van City fantasies.

Fire in the Night

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The Firefly was definitely the one to follow as far as Banff Night Life was concerned. I don’t know how she did it, but she actually managed to turn the Rundle Lounge into the ‘hotspot’ of the festival, post Tuesday night’s barbecue. It certainly didn’t hurt that she had the English Cherry, a British Cock, the crazy Saskatchewan delegation and the Wild Cowgirl with her entire male entourage in tow. And the pianist, Michael Sicoly, certainly rose to the occasion, belting out a lively array of tunes to keep the room a rock’n. He even played with his feet at one point (at least I think it was his feet – although I must admit my recollections can’t be trust as I was taken up by the moment). Well, and quite admittedly, I was a little distracted by the antics of the Firefly.

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The Firefly was literally alight and my guess, was causing a fire in more than one of the fellows. I nearly keeled over with laughter when I entered the Rundle Lounge to find her doing a little number on the grand staircase leading down from the ballroom above. One leg up on the banister, she tossed her hair round in the air and ever so gracefully swiveled her leg off the banister and swaggered her way down the stairs in true wild west saloon gal style! It was a hoot! The men were lined up, clambering to buy her a drink. And to make it even funnier, all she wanted was a water. Teddy, a little bolder than the rest (and with good reason – he knows he is one of her favorites and is loved), grabbed her and tossed her into the air and she didn’t miss a beat, but rather used it to transition into her floor (and piano) dancing number. Even the pianist became a part of the act.

I don’t ever remember seeing the Firefly have such grace or moves. All I can say is I have got to find out who her dance teacher is! Those lessons were definitely worth every penny. And I am thinking that it may be time that the Firefly broadened her horizons beyond the children’s programs. Those moves might be better served on screen in a bit of a different genre.

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In festival tradition, the night wrapped up high on top of the Springs, in the Marilyn Monroe turned Oasis Party Suite. I will stop writing here as there is something about this suite that has a habit of turning a movie from PG to X-rated. Just ask Sid and Teddy – they were caught ‘swinging’ from the chandelier in the Marilyn Monroe boudoir last year. Although they might claim that had something to do with the lightning, this writer would suggest otherwise.

Love always,

Emme

PS The two videos below highlight a few of the places mentioned. The Rundle Lounge in the Marilyn Monroe video and ironically, the Marilyn Monroe Suite in the Fairy Princess Video. Both are seen following this post under the category “The Gals”

Chill’n Out in the Rockies

The festival night life got off to a much more mellow start this year. Must have been all that time Sid and I spent on the golf course and in the hot springs. It wasn’t a bad thing though. I am at a stage now where many of the Banff Regulars have become part of my extended family and the festival in many ways is like a bit of a homecoming or reunion. Thus Sid and I enjoyed a quiet Sunday night in Banff standards. We found a table at the Canamedia Anniversary Party at the Rose and Crown, and the party and, of course the hugs, came to us. I don’t know what it is about Banff, but despite the many sharks that this industry attracts, it also attracts some of the most fabulous, warm, protective, and hilarious souls out there. And I feel very fortunate to have been embraced by a number of those characters. I also love the fact that with each year, another two or three people are added to that list. This year I’d like to think that I have added another three to that group – an English Cherry, a British Cock and a Wild Saltwater Cowgirl.

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Monday night was a bit wilder, but with a relaxed, mellow tone. Rather than following or leading the party – I simply created my own party. Dancing to the great band from the Awards Gala. Singing along to the guitar in the Rundle Lounge with the Firefly, the Wild British Rose and Andrea and Lee of Canamedia. Finishing the night off by joining Don from Finale for a pint at the St. James’s.

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Photo by Shawn Duffy

Speaking of the St. James’s, I did spot one van sexy up to a bit of mischief on the Sunday night. Not mentioning any names, but this newfie actually had the balls to take a full pint of Guiness out of the Rose and Crown, walk down the street with it, bypass the line out front of the St James’s with it and waltz in through the St James’s Gate’s kitchen, pint still in hand. To make it even funnier she actually managed to get a preacher’s wife (of all people) to follow suit!!!

Good times! Good times!

Love Emme