For the love of shoes and breasts

Last week the city was bustling with fundraisers earning big bucks for worthy causes. The Brownstein’s, avec soon-to-be son-in-law Ben Mulroney, held an erotic fishnet stocking and sexy pump stomping cabaret at Browns in Hazelton Lanes, while Liberty Village played host to The Society’s boobyball where low cut cocktail dresses and tequila soaked blondes from Bay Street stalked George Stroumboulopoulos and provocatively posed in a BMW Mini – in their minis.

OMG the shoes, OMG the shoes – and the boys complain about a cock tease?

Jessica Brownstein and Ben Mulroney = love birds

Sexy

Wish I had done jazz class instead of gymnastics…

Canada AM Host Beverly Thomson takes time away from her ungodly sleeping schedule to MC the night

Degrassi’s Nina Dobrev and Adam Ruggiero

boobyball Co-chairs Jason Dehni and Lexi Mitz

STROMBO loves his boobies, and we of course love him.

Frisky Party Goers…eh, we wish…Calvin Klein Models

Marie Nicole from Dancemakers and Jill Clark founder of www.twentysomethingtv.com

Owner of the Drake Hotel, Jeff Stober with Montreal beauty Vanessa Morcom of Vanessa NK Media and Public Relations

Ryan Morley with Editorial Director of Sweetspot Stephania Varalli and her smoking gun

Belles of the ball Katherine Ledgett, Angela Fenwick and Kathleen Tilly

Society Members Alison Harnick and Jimmy Holland liven up the party

Gillian Freeman, Michael Unwin (RBC Dominion Securities) and Jen Newton (Capital C) wow us with edgy dress cuts and ruffles (well, Gillian and Jen do)

Red hair and red dresses was the spy dress code! (lies) Robyn Sprott of FASHION Magazine and Tatiana Read from Faulhaber PR

Cheers to hot chicks in each arm! Aniko Farkas, Director of the Spa Suite – Karning Hum, Canada AM and Sara Graham of Vervegirl Magazine

Energy Drink Girls are always smokin’

The Rosedale yummy mommies were awed by $400 Prada spiked heels swirling around poles to raise money for the Sick Kids Foundation, while affluent young urbanites gawked over Calvin Klein underwear models benefiting re-think breast cancer.

Rip the clothes off, turn the lights down and uncork the liquor – this is how you make the cha-ching.

Despite our attempts, Montreal has always been sexier than the big smoke. It made perfect sense then that the Brownstein family brought in Quebecois dancers to excite the otherwise conservative upper crust crowd. Escorted out by leggy Porter Airline models dressed in old school stewardess get up, the spectacle was set to fly high – and we were all more than willing to take flight into a universe where everyone wore three inch purple velvet pumps and got hoisted by buff chested male models. It’s a pleasing fantasy.

Following the show we all poured into Browns trying to suss out which pair of Manolo’s we’d click clack home in – and for some of us this Carrie Bradshaw-esque dream came to a crashing halt realizing that we already spent our fun money for the month on late night taxi’s heading to non existent after parties. Whoops.That’s okay we drowned the dream with Amarula cocktails and distracted our visions of a $5000 shoe closet with those of roaming elephants on the African Savanna.

So what was on offer at the boobyball? Greeting guests at the door were half naked models and winding around the first corner one could indulge in a Naked juice and Cuervo tequila cocktail. As the night progressed, it wasn’t surprising that drinking the magic Naked juice caused us to bare our skin just a little more – after all titillating tits should be a pre-requisite for a Booby Ball.

The spy theme was adapted well in the sense that everyone was spying on ex-boyfriends, old flames, far too inebriated co-workers and ex-high school gossip girls. There were a few attempted costumes which translated into ‘boy spies sport eye patches and girl spies wear lingerie.’ Just go with it.

Heads a wee bit murky, but tits still perky, we fled the scene at half past one to hit up Chinatown. Unable to physically carry our overflowing and heavy gift bags (life is so tough), we turned from being a busty Cinderella at the ball, to a generous back alley Robin Hood giving away our treats to slurring Queen West hipsters. Overly ecstatic, they then spent the remainder of the night dancing to mish-mash electro and posing for photos with pink lizards and crackers outside glowing Dundas dim sum hotspots. We stuffed our face with Chow Mein and felt each other up.

Tits and heels and greasy meals, cause that’s the way we roll.

Give us some booze, a nice pair of shoes and we will raise your funds forever.

For a chance to win $5000 worth of shoes, enter our contest at www.shedoesthecity.com – smack on the home page.

LUCKY NUMBER SEVEN

In honour of boobyball’s seventh birthday – The Society and rethink breast cancer are requesting that we all take a few minutes to donate $7 to help build on their existing funds raised and collectively bring in an additional $7777 in 7 days. Sound easy? It is, see the video for more info on how this event got started and what you can do to support:

http://www.boobyballbday.org/