Adventures in Toronto
8:30pm
I was invited out to a birthday party at club Inside, in Toronto. Apparently the VIP lounge/top two floors were rented out. I was convinced to come after a little deliberation, got ready and left for Toronto.
While driving on the 401, the interior light suddenly turns on. A little surprised, but mostly confused, I turn it off. Then I notice that a new light has lit up behind my steering wheel... it says “DOOR”. So, I lean over to the passenger side door and pull it. Nothing... So I open it and push it out (and notice that it isn’t as hard to open a door while driving 100km/h as I thought it would be). Shutting it this time makes the annoying red light turn off. Yay! I wonder if the truck behind me noticed my door open or not.
The rest of the drive is pretty normal.
I park at Kipling, and take the subway to St. Andrew’s.
While on the ride a bunch of girls going out to party come on, and also some guys who obviously aren’t part of their group. After a little while, the girls and guys start chatting it up, and the girls mention they are from Waterloo. Small world - but really, they went to Laurier...
I take a taxi to 218 Richmond st. and notice a massive lineup of about 600 people. Wait... not just 600 people, 600 Asian people. I don’t see ANYONE in line who isn’t Asian! Oh wait, there’s someone! Well, sort of... it’s someone part asian.
11:30pm, I get in line.
11:31pm I’m cold.
11:32pm I’m really cold.
11:33pm I’m frikkin’ freezing!
After a while of being in line with the fanciest ring tones I’ve ever heard, a limo drives by with the window open, and someone inside yells out “There’s an Asian invasion at club Inside!”
The line seems to move at the pace of a turtle. (a dead one)
The lineup is covering the sidewalk, and the police keep warning the bouncers to keep the lineup from blocking the sidewalk. After about 5 times, the police talk rather loudly about giving them a ticket if they don’t move the people to one side of the sidewalk.
A little before 1:00am, the girl in line next to me jumps around because she’s freezing, and courteously lands directly on top of my toe - while wearing high heels. At this point, I’m glad I’m frozen, because most of the feeling in my foot is gone. Otherwise, it may have hurt a lot more.
I notice a lot of people talking quietly with the bouncers and being let in without going through the line up. Some are not so discreet, and offer $40 in plain view to be let inside.
1:00am
There are 10 people in front of me. 4 guys, 4 girls, and 2 other guys... The bouncers let in the 4 girls, the guys protest that they are with the girls and should be let in as well. The bouncers say they will let them in soon, not to worry. I think I heard the word “promise” in there, too.
2:00am
The bouncers say they are at capacity and are not letting anyone else in. They shut the doors.
Some of the people left in line disperse, maybe 30 were left.... Now there are about 15 people. I ask the bouncer if the “capacity” includes Jenn’s birthday party, apparently it does. Damn it all.
I take a taxi to Tim Horton’s
Grab a large hot chocolate and a donut, and attempt to defrost.
Some drunk girls walk in, in a bit of a fight because one girl made the other feel bad by saying she didn’t want to hang out with her anymore. The girl was apologizing profusely.
A guy at least 35 walks in and ogles them like a 16 year old boy. “Accidentally” bumps into them, says “excuse me” and goes to the washroom. He walks out a minute later, orders a coffee, “2 sugar, 2 cream - I’ll be right back!” and runs out the door.... The cashier has a puzzled look on his face. So do I.
When the guy comes back, he has two friends with him, also at least 35. They don’t seem drunk, but they seem pretty immature... He says to his friends, “Fuckin’ amazing - You’ve gotta see the legs on this girl! Fuckin’ amazing!” he looks at me, “Why are you smirking? You saw didn’t you? Yeah, you saw - tell ‘em!” I stay silent but laugh inside about how pathetic these old men appear to be.
The girls walk out from the washroom, and along the way to the door, the horny 35 year old makes a pitiful attempt to flirt with them. The girls obviously want nothing to do with it, and leave.
Guy says to his friends “did you see the legs on that girl!!! Just amazing! Absolutely fuckin’ amazing!” he looks at me “why are you sitting there drinkin’ your coffee? Go after her! Are you waiting for something better?” I stay silent again. Thinking to myself “I don’t think I’d have to wait that long...”
They leave.
3:00am
I get in touch with my friend who I was supposed to meet inside the club, explain my adventures thus far, talk for about an hour... and realize that the subway system isn’t running any more... Crappy, because my car is at Kipling... I end up wandering outside for a bit, then decide there aren’t many people also wandering around, so I take a taxi to Kipling.
4:30am
and $40 later.... I get in my car and drive home.
I was invited out to a birthday party at club Inside, in Toronto. Apparently the VIP lounge/top two floors were rented out. I was convinced to come after a little deliberation, got ready and left for Toronto.
While driving on the 401, the interior light suddenly turns on. A little surprised, but mostly confused, I turn it off. Then I notice that a new light has lit up behind my steering wheel... it says “DOOR”. So, I lean over to the passenger side door and pull it. Nothing... So I open it and push it out (and notice that it isn’t as hard to open a door while driving 100km/h as I thought it would be). Shutting it this time makes the annoying red light turn off. Yay! I wonder if the truck behind me noticed my door open or not.
The rest of the drive is pretty normal.
I park at Kipling, and take the subway to St. Andrew’s.
While on the ride a bunch of girls going out to party come on, and also some guys who obviously aren’t part of their group. After a little while, the girls and guys start chatting it up, and the girls mention they are from Waterloo. Small world - but really, they went to Laurier...
I take a taxi to 218 Richmond st. and notice a massive lineup of about 600 people. Wait... not just 600 people, 600 Asian people. I don’t see ANYONE in line who isn’t Asian! Oh wait, there’s someone! Well, sort of... it’s someone part asian.
11:30pm, I get in line.
11:31pm I’m cold.
11:32pm I’m really cold.
11:33pm I’m frikkin’ freezing!
After a while of being in line with the fanciest ring tones I’ve ever heard, a limo drives by with the window open, and someone inside yells out “There’s an Asian invasion at club Inside!”
The line seems to move at the pace of a turtle. (a dead one)
The lineup is covering the sidewalk, and the police keep warning the bouncers to keep the lineup from blocking the sidewalk. After about 5 times, the police talk rather loudly about giving them a ticket if they don’t move the people to one side of the sidewalk.
A little before 1:00am, the girl in line next to me jumps around because she’s freezing, and courteously lands directly on top of my toe - while wearing high heels. At this point, I’m glad I’m frozen, because most of the feeling in my foot is gone. Otherwise, it may have hurt a lot more.
I notice a lot of people talking quietly with the bouncers and being let in without going through the line up. Some are not so discreet, and offer $40 in plain view to be let inside.
1:00am
There are 10 people in front of me. 4 guys, 4 girls, and 2 other guys... The bouncers let in the 4 girls, the guys protest that they are with the girls and should be let in as well. The bouncers say they will let them in soon, not to worry. I think I heard the word “promise” in there, too.
2:00am
The bouncers say they are at capacity and are not letting anyone else in. They shut the doors.
Some of the people left in line disperse, maybe 30 were left.... Now there are about 15 people. I ask the bouncer if the “capacity” includes Jenn’s birthday party, apparently it does. Damn it all.
I take a taxi to Tim Horton’s
Grab a large hot chocolate and a donut, and attempt to defrost.
Some drunk girls walk in, in a bit of a fight because one girl made the other feel bad by saying she didn’t want to hang out with her anymore. The girl was apologizing profusely.
A guy at least 35 walks in and ogles them like a 16 year old boy. “Accidentally” bumps into them, says “excuse me” and goes to the washroom. He walks out a minute later, orders a coffee, “2 sugar, 2 cream - I’ll be right back!” and runs out the door.... The cashier has a puzzled look on his face. So do I.
When the guy comes back, he has two friends with him, also at least 35. They don’t seem drunk, but they seem pretty immature... He says to his friends, “Fuckin’ amazing - You’ve gotta see the legs on this girl! Fuckin’ amazing!” he looks at me, “Why are you smirking? You saw didn’t you? Yeah, you saw - tell ‘em!” I stay silent but laugh inside about how pathetic these old men appear to be.
The girls walk out from the washroom, and along the way to the door, the horny 35 year old makes a pitiful attempt to flirt with them. The girls obviously want nothing to do with it, and leave.
Guy says to his friends “did you see the legs on that girl!!! Just amazing! Absolutely fuckin’ amazing!” he looks at me “why are you sitting there drinkin’ your coffee? Go after her! Are you waiting for something better?” I stay silent again. Thinking to myself “I don’t think I’d have to wait that long...”
They leave.
3:00am
I get in touch with my friend who I was supposed to meet inside the club, explain my adventures thus far, talk for about an hour... and realize that the subway system isn’t running any more... Crappy, because my car is at Kipling... I end up wandering outside for a bit, then decide there aren’t many people also wandering around, so I take a taxi to Kipling.
4:30am
and $40 later.... I get in my car and drive home.