Club Life
Club cuture is an ongoing complication that sees no relief in the horizon.
Last night was a night destined for Jello Bar on Ontaro street. I passed by Blob's place only to wait an hour for the three other bitches who did not know the way. I got ready in 20 minutes, he said 10 pm, otherwise, I would be left behind, I rang the buzzer at 9:50. Suffice to say, the whole women take more time to get ready is an arbitrary rule these days...with as many metrosexuals around as Jelly Belly candies...why not complicate the lives of men even more.
I wore a tennis dress from the company who contracted me and killer fuck me boots from Cesare Catini. We got at the club only to have the (person who takes care of PR) let us in too late and after waiting 20 minutes. We skipped ahead one person…how convenient.
I love Jello Bar for always having live music, I commend them for their high class décor and exquisite list of drinks. However, the word spread around too fast and to the wrong people that its present clientele are mostly composed of want to be drinkers of martinis and jean wearing pseudo style gurus with bad hair and cheap make up from Candies.
I had a second purpose for going there; two months ago I started speaking to Devin Ashcroft from Langley, BC: this cool blue suede shoe wearing James Dean look alike type who was planning to visit Montreal during his so-called spring break. I do not know why I did not see him there…perhaps with all the atrocities from every angle it was hard to look around.
It is no wonder why we left there early and settled for another club to change atmosphere. I still like Jello Bar, it might be my next client for they are in dire need of a good representative to shift their image to the right toast.
Last night was a night destined for Jello Bar on Ontaro street. I passed by Blob's place only to wait an hour for the three other bitches who did not know the way. I got ready in 20 minutes, he said 10 pm, otherwise, I would be left behind, I rang the buzzer at 9:50. Suffice to say, the whole women take more time to get ready is an arbitrary rule these days...with as many metrosexuals around as Jelly Belly candies...why not complicate the lives of men even more.
I wore a tennis dress from the company who contracted me and killer fuck me boots from Cesare Catini. We got at the club only to have the (person who takes care of PR) let us in too late and after waiting 20 minutes. We skipped ahead one person…how convenient.
I love Jello Bar for always having live music, I commend them for their high class décor and exquisite list of drinks. However, the word spread around too fast and to the wrong people that its present clientele are mostly composed of want to be drinkers of martinis and jean wearing pseudo style gurus with bad hair and cheap make up from Candies.
I had a second purpose for going there; two months ago I started speaking to Devin Ashcroft from Langley, BC: this cool blue suede shoe wearing James Dean look alike type who was planning to visit Montreal during his so-called spring break. I do not know why I did not see him there…perhaps with all the atrocities from every angle it was hard to look around.
It is no wonder why we left there early and settled for another club to change atmosphere. I still like Jello Bar, it might be my next client for they are in dire need of a good representative to shift their image to the right toast.