Tina’s Birthday

Taken Tuesday, April 9th at the Bovine Sex Club, Queen Street West, Toronto. The birthday party of one Lady Miss Kristina “Tina” Gravelson, fishnets-and-PVC Queen extraordinaire. We all bought her drinks, her poison of choice being a double whiskey sour in a pint glass. Happy 22nd, Tina!

Paul and Tina.

Will checks Tina’s midriff for explosive devices. She’s started a heightened state of emergency…in his pants!

Erin, Tina and Will.

The girl just can’t help it with the pelvic thrusting, can she?

Lindi’s friend whose name I forgot, Lindi and Tina.

Starboy from Robin Black’s Intergalactic All-Stars (a Canadian glam rock band) slowly loosens the laces on Tina’s corset. She almost lost containment later that night.

Tina and Lindi. I’m looking at these two fine ladies, and I’m thinking…AccordionGuy sandwich!

Funny story interlude

At one point during the party, some guy in his early twenties took a look at my digital camera, noticing that there was a small LCD display on the back.

Him: Is that a screen on the back of your camera?

Me: Yeah. Take a look. (I show him the camera.)

Him: What the — ? (looking at screen) That was the picture you just took! You mean you can see the film develop?

Me: No, there’s no film. It’s digital.

Him: It’s what?

Me: Digital.

Him: What the fuck do you mean, digital?

Me: It’s electronic.

Him: You mean it uses batteries?

Me: Yeah, but the picture is stored electronically.

Him: (A little agitated now, as if I’m speaking some kind of crazy moon language) I still don’t get what you’re talking about!

Me: (Trying to dumb it down a little further) The pictures in the camera are stored on…computer…chips.