The Scroll
The Scroll
Originally uploaded by sfllaw.
There are some people that I never actually see in Montréal. You'd figure that this would be possible, living in the same city, but this is more difficult than you think. Oh, I know them, we are just never at the same place at the same time. I've tried to meet up with abelynx at concerts, and shows, and such. But it never seems to work out. So when I heard that her band were playing in Toronto, I figured that I had to go.
I made my way down to Neutral, where I tried to get in the back door, but failed. The front door was far more difficult to locate, because it was easily confused with the door to some offices. It should be easier to tell a Goth bar from a Dental clinic, but I am unused to such things.
Being early, I managed to snag a couch and was sitting there when northbard walked in the door. He looked at me quizzically for a while as he tried to place who I was. Eventually, we recognised each other and things went much better from there on. We were chatting on the couch when people starting filling in.
When The Scroll came on stage, there was a lull in the crowd. Since I was nominated Official Band Photographer for the evening, I got up with my camera in hand and did my duty. There were boys being tough and boys being bad. The girls were sassy and sultry as they sang and danced. As the night wore on, they rocked out hard, which seemed to please the crowd to no end.
Olivia, Bailey, and Jason
Originally uploaded by sfllaw.
After their set, I helped pack away things and put them backstage. Then I found evildrgo who was filming this event. We went out for some fresh air, where we met some people whose names I have forgotten. No, no, I remember there was a girl named Souda and a boy named Ian. He had a camera. Then we went back inside and recognised a girl with an awesome shirt: her name is Laura.
At around midnight, I was starting to get tired as was Dr. Go so we decided to head off. But not before we bought into our cultural stereotypes, much to Northbard's distress. We then decided to further this wanton madness by eating some decent, trashy Chinese food for 宵夜. This is something I crave, because it is so difficult to find in Montréal.
We found our way to a restaurant that I've already forgotten, near the corner of Spadina and Dundas. I'm sure that someone will leave this information in the comments below, yes? I ordered a big plate of 乾炒牛河 while he got a large bowl of soup and noodles. I was quite a bit hungrier than I realised, because I totally ran out of food to eat. Sated and happy, I walked Go back to the Marriot where I left him to be poisoned by spies-I feel pretty guilty about that.