Here Comes the Dress!

Vera Wang

I always think I'm way too young to be talking about weddings but with the sound of new engagements buzzing every few weeks and an unhealthy daily dose of TLC's Say Yes to the Dress, age is obviously no longer an issue. Just the other day one of eurotrash's #1 fans said yes to the man who asked for her hand and eurotrash said yes to dedicating this post to her.

Amasale

Ever watch one of those episodes of Rich Bride, Poor Bride where the bride-to-be throws a temper tantrum and takes a sledge hammer to her bathroom vanity because her fiance' refuses to put up 30Gs for the centrepieces? Well, when it comes to weddings, eurotrash has one piece of advice: spend on the dress, and cheap out on the rest! Flowers will wilt, guests will be too drunk by the first course to notice the difference between sea bass and salmon, and let's face it, the more people at the reception, the bigger the chances of someone looking better than the bride! (For those who don't know, that is the cardinal sin of all weddings).

Vera Wang

Whenever talk of tying the knot comes up, eurotrash can be heard saying: "a limo? Screw that! Listen, I'd drive my mother's car to the church just to have a drop dead gown". Unless you're some duchess or Lady Gaga, chances are, a ball gown is not one of the items you keep neatly tucked away in your closet. However, no matter how ordinary your life may be the day after, on your wedding day nobody is going to take away your divine right to wear couture. The eurotrash wedding is void of helicopters, a busting guest list, and bridal party. Instead, the maximum capacity is set to 50, food will be quality not quantity, decor will be simple - candles and a flower or two, the bride will arrive in her mother's car as planned and there will be no porchetta table at midnight. There will be a dress however; the most beautifully lavish assemblage of fabric with all the niceties of a runway piece and all the glory of a first kiss.

Christian Dior

So say yes to the dress because another even bigger and better wedding reception will just replace yours the next year and sometimes, sadly, even love fades. But your wedding dress, that will always be yours; to have and to hold, til debt do you part.

Congrats, Alexis!

Mile High Romance

February is the month of... love?

Perhaps for some, but for others February is the month of epicurism, which is love nonetheless! Every year around this time all the MDFs (morte di fame) come out of the woodwork to enjoy reduced, prix fixe meals at some of Toronto's hottest, bank-breaking restaurants. Winterlicious is also the time of year when eurotrash doesn't mind paying for her own meal. I mean, if she's going to have to sit across the table from some Exhibit a, b, or c, listen to his boring stories all night and pretend to laugh innocently at his casual advances, all at regular price, then he best be paying the check! But why waste a winterlicious meal on a boy? After all, it's February, the month of... great friends.

Canoe Restaurant, 66 Wellington St, Toronto

This year the girls, by some miracle of the reso-gods, managed to score an 8:45 reservation saturday night at Canoe. Four unsuccessful parking jobs, two elevator rides and 54 stories later, we arrived atop the TD Bank tower - being the youngest girls there was definitely the MasterCard punchline and after a few martinis our designated driver was working the room like nobody's business. Our table was to die for and the view of the city made me feel like I was definitely in Toronto and definitely not in Toronto at all, which brings me to the point of this morning's post.

Panorama Lounge, 55 Bloor St W, Toronto

Lately, I've been reppin' T.O. like a mascot, and for good reason too; the city is mine! From those strange heights I always find myself falling more in love with my hometown. It's like seeing the city for the first time and already knowing everything about it; its traffic jams and one-way roads, its best ice cream and used bookstores, its last snowfall and the way back home to your house. Saturday night from my window seat at Canoe I thought all those things as I shared a meal with my three best friends. My eurotrash advice is to do everything up high! The city is filled with hotspots in the sky that until now, I've yet to discover. From 40 stories up you'll feel a sweet romance that no rose, chocolate or tiffany heart can inspire. So maybe February is the month of love after all; if it is, I never wanna come down.