well, the night was bizzare all right.
we ended up at tonic again. this in itself was not bad because i just walked up to the bouncer and asked if we can go in and he let us without making us stand in line or pay.
we danced for a while and then some tanzanian guy started dancing with monique. his little friend (and i mean SHORT) started dancing with me. i tried to ignore him. then we stumbled backwards and fell, grabbing me and pulling me right to the ground. i hurt my goddamn knee and spilled my drink all over me. it was on my face, my clothes, my hair. i ordered a vodka tonic so it wasn't noticeable, but still. come on. what is with these fucking boys? i just left him and went outside for a cigarette after getting myself cleaned up as best i could.
eventually i was talking to some guy from UofT who's doing his masters in economics or something. not really my type but we were talking about teaching and linguistics, whatever. monique and her tanzanian come outside just as i'm about to go inside with this guy (who, for the record, did NOT make me fall or hurt my knee or spill my drink, and was gentlemanly, at least). i stopped to talk to monique and her boy says "ah, i see how it is. you're going for the white boy instead." i was dumbfounded. i told him he was being very rude and i don't care who makes me fall down and spills my drink, i don't want to talk to him anymore. especially if he doesn't appologize or even stop to make sure i'm okay. i can't believe he pulled the race card on me. even monique was outraged.
after that, my night could not be salvaged. i gave the wrong phone number to two who asked. i know it's mean, but it's easier than explaining that i'm just not interested.
i don't know if i even want to go out anymore. i always get so excited to be participating in TO's nightlife, but it's all very anticlimatic. the boys are boys and sleaze and i'm not strong enough to be direct or rude. so i give fake numbers.
let's take a toll of who has asked for my number in the last little while:
- a boy from BC (why bother??)
- a busboy
- the plumber (forced by my landlord)
- a teacher at my school (ha. this shouldn't even count.)
- jason, who was exceedingly excited about the bouncer letting him smoke weed outside (gave him a fake)
- 5'5'' wanna-be thug from tanzania, 20 years old, fell and made me fall thereby hurting my knee (it's got a wicked giant blue-green-red bruise already) and spilling my drink (did not give him number)
i am just not interested in anyone.
well, not entirely true.
but impossibly compex. and impossibly impossble.
what a self-absorbed entery this has turned into. sorry.
~a.
recycle
we ended up at tonic again. this in itself was not bad because i just walked up to the bouncer and asked if we can go in and he let us without making us stand in line or pay.
we danced for a while and then some tanzanian guy started dancing with monique. his little friend (and i mean SHORT) started dancing with me. i tried to ignore him. then we stumbled backwards and fell, grabbing me and pulling me right to the ground. i hurt my goddamn knee and spilled my drink all over me. it was on my face, my clothes, my hair. i ordered a vodka tonic so it wasn't noticeable, but still. come on. what is with these fucking boys? i just left him and went outside for a cigarette after getting myself cleaned up as best i could.
eventually i was talking to some guy from UofT who's doing his masters in economics or something. not really my type but we were talking about teaching and linguistics, whatever. monique and her tanzanian come outside just as i'm about to go inside with this guy (who, for the record, did NOT make me fall or hurt my knee or spill my drink, and was gentlemanly, at least). i stopped to talk to monique and her boy says "ah, i see how it is. you're going for the white boy instead." i was dumbfounded. i told him he was being very rude and i don't care who makes me fall down and spills my drink, i don't want to talk to him anymore. especially if he doesn't appologize or even stop to make sure i'm okay. i can't believe he pulled the race card on me. even monique was outraged.
after that, my night could not be salvaged. i gave the wrong phone number to two who asked. i know it's mean, but it's easier than explaining that i'm just not interested.
i don't know if i even want to go out anymore. i always get so excited to be participating in TO's nightlife, but it's all very anticlimatic. the boys are boys and sleaze and i'm not strong enough to be direct or rude. so i give fake numbers.
let's take a toll of who has asked for my number in the last little while:
- a boy from BC (why bother??)
- a busboy
- the plumber (forced by my landlord)
- a teacher at my school (ha. this shouldn't even count.)
- jason, who was exceedingly excited about the bouncer letting him smoke weed outside (gave him a fake)
- 5'5'' wanna-be thug from tanzania, 20 years old, fell and made me fall thereby hurting my knee (it's got a wicked giant blue-green-red bruise already) and spilling my drink (did not give him number)
i am just not interested in anyone.
well, not entirely true.
but impossibly compex. and impossibly impossble.
what a self-absorbed entery this has turned into. sorry.
~a.
recycle
Where to go in Toronto, huh? Well, it depends on what you're looking for I guess. I mean, given the right people I think I could have a good time most places. As long as the music is good.. but it all depends on what I'm looking for, you know? I'm not a big dancer, so I typically don't go for those types of places. I hate having to yell over loud music all night if I'm just looking to hang out. So that generally means hanging out at more pubby type places.. or going out to a few good regular 'nights'. I have some friends that run an electro/disco night that's usually a pretty good time. That's every Wednesday at NASA (http://www.dialectro.com/).. and also some other friends who run a hiptop/idm/DnB type of night called Altered Beats.. It's a monthly even. The next one is on Oct 9. (http://www.alteredbeats.com/)
If I'm just going to hang out I like places like The Pilot in Yorkville.. Or C'est What on Front E.. Or sometimes Sneaky Dee's..