The Hot Dog Catalogue Vol.3 Go! Go! Go!

TheHot Dog Catalogue Vol.3 doesn't merit one simple party ... it's an all day sort of thing. We spent its final hours before production relaxing over spiced hot chocolates and magazines, surprise photo shoots, and enoying a sunny afternoon walk.

... and then it was time to put on our party bests ...

... and eat some hot dogs ...

We also found various other uses for our mighty little catalogue...

...obviously .... conversation starter ...

Arm wrestling moderator ....

... although it kind of failed that job as Valerie and Brian prefer to kiss with their fists ... but The Hot Dog Catalogue Vol.3 was happy to coach the kids through their next little tumble.

In the end Brian went with the ladies to play with the boys and we stayed behind and sang about ghosts and peanut butter and warm milk ... and The Hot Dog Catalogue Vol.3 was there to help us with our beats..

.... but you know what the Hot Dog Catalogue Vol.3 can't do?
Charge my camera battery.
Damn.

we go for a walk in the park

Need a new song to walk around town to?



....now you've got one.

my moon and me

 

Dear Leonid Tishkov and Boris Bendikov,

You both have fairly amazing names and wonderful ideas.

xo

Ruby

2009 - The Year That Was (Part 3)

I've never been one to respect deadlines ... and so without any apologies here comes a rather late instalment of nostalgia .. although can it really be considered nostalgia if it happened less than a year ago? What exactly are the time constraints on these sorts of things?



August

My first real trip to Seoul. The boys and I took the rocket to Seoul and spent the weekend celebrating birthdays, fighting zombies, and getting real sweaty with hipsters.  

I had a really strange visitor, and then at the end of the month I had an even stranger time in Thailand

September

Matt Rowe left. Damn.
 
That tall boy from North Carolina and I stumbled upon a tiny monastery nestled in a mountain in the middle of nowhere and found ourselves spending an afternoon eating oranges and drinking tea with two monks. Neither us nor them understood a word the other said, but there were lots of polite flustered smiles and even some dressing up.
 
 

And then the Swede came ....

... and I couldn't stop smiling for 2 weeks ...

   

.... and then Linus left. 
Double damn.

October

Korean Thanksgiving is called Chuseok and in honour of this even all the little wolves came to school in their colourful bests. Behold the beautiful little terrors...

Chuseok also meant a few extra precious days off so a bunch of us packed up and headed to the mountains for the weekend. Those stories are best left to the Koreans and the Chinese, who had little knowledge of English and thus are perfect keepers of our debaucherous secrets.

October also plays host to my favourite day of the year, Halloween. A day so unapologetically selfish, you can't help but enjoy yourself. A night when you get to dress up as whatever you like and run/dance/stomp your way around the city demanding sweets and favours with all the other tipsy monsters.

November

I developed a slight addiction to disposable cameras as the temperature began to dip… they really are the perfect partner in crime as they are light little creatures that cause everyone to smile a little wider at their presence. They embody nostalgia. We all have memories of owning disposables before digitals were so ubiquitous… whether you were carting one around a festival, camp, or school trip, if you were having fun in 1995 you had a disposable in your back pocket.

Little trips were also nice too … biking around town in late November - bet you can’t do that Canada!

We’re both from Canada, met at school in Ireland, and waited seven years to meet up again in Korea … sometimes the world is a small place…

December

The Hot Dog Catalogue entered our lives ....

... and we made kimchi ....

.... but really, I spent the entire month holding my breath waiting for my vacation so I could fly half way around the world and do this…

get your clothes fresh and your dance steps tight

Dear Mr. Dj,

The music was amazing.

The dancing lasted until the sun came up.

The costumes were too much fun.

You should really do it again.

xoxo

Ruby

Delicious Daegu

 I think that in general it is is almost a requirement after a night of drinking, dancing, and forgotten memories to regroup with your partners in crime the following afternoon and piece together last night's debaucheries over a late breakfast  ... or in our case spend the entire day  doing so over massive burgers, cupcakes, hummus, and waffles ....

.. top that off with a little shopping  and you've got yourself a perfect Sunday.

These kids are living the dream. They just opened their first thrift store and we happened to drop by on their opening day. We were given cocktails and treated like royalty. We were very happy to buy their little treasures.

... and then we went somewhere else and David was swallowed by a giant heap of clothing. We haven't seen him since.