May 15, 2010
So friends we’ve been at it yet again. Thursday night my wonderful roommate from university came down to visit me and A in Toronto to party hardy. She’s heard many a story of how we tear it up and couldn’t resist the opportunity to see for herself. SO, Thursday starts at 8pm with a few strong drinks while we decide what bar to hit up. We end up choosing the Madison Ave. Pub and head on over around 11. Because of where we started off we didn’t end up getting there till midnight. There was a slight line and we could see by the throngs of people outside, that it was definitely the right place to spend our night.
The poor girl in front of us in line was teetering in her little white peep toes, ankles rolling left and right. The bouncer told her, “no way, too drunk”, as her friends complained that they couldn’t afford to cab her home, insisting that she would be fine. In the end he sent her wobbling off towards a cab, a merry band of bitties moping and bitching behind her. This made us all somewhat nervous as we were not the picture of sober ourselves. We were twiddling our thumbs in line trying to look nonchalant and I hear someone yelling my name. I turn around and there, heading towards the club, is the little sister of one of the boys me and A went to high school with. Once inside we had to grab a drink together and were marveling at how old we had gotten (last time I saw her she couldn’t have been more than 15). I of course felt mature and wise in her and her friend’s presence and donned a little drunken wisdom on their innocent minds...hah
After the girls went their way, A, my roommate (aka Kaitlyn) and I, went to grab some drinks. We grabbed a table and were there for about three seconds before two guys came over to us. One of them was wearing a green and white knitted sweater that was actually quite awesome, but definitely not normal bar attire. I am sad to say I was just a little bit of a bitch and totally called him out on it. I was joking but I think he took it to heart...my bad. Anyways neither of them was particularly cute and after A and I exchanged a knowing glance we headed out to the (awesome!) patio for a smoke. I should mention that although Kaitlyn was technically with us, she was repeatedly distracted and detained by male attention. She is legitimately one of the most beautiful girls I know, but due to our preppy-jock-jerk populated university, she isn’t used to being hit on very often.
Anyhoo, out on the patio A ran into some pals from school and Kaitlyn and I went to make some friends. We met a few nice guys who we saw repeatedly through the night, but they weren’t really what we were looking for. At one point on the patio while deciding where to go, I noticed a sexxxy boy with messy shoulder length blonde hair and spacers in his ears. I pretty much immediately decided that was where we needed to be and saddled up right beside him on the bench seat. Kaitlyn took his Irish friend and unfortunately A got stuck with the ‘grenade’ of the group. She was practically rolling her eyes while he desperately tried to start a flirtatious conversation with her. I could see her ancy disinterest and her prying glances. As much as I would have loved to let her go do her own thing while I got acquainted with Matt (happens to be my favourite name..which I told him repeatedly), with her broken phone and track record of getting lost, I wasn’t willing to let her go off by herself. So I left Matt with my phone number and a kiss and went off to find some better prospects for both of us. Kaitlyn stayed behind to soak up some luck of the Irish...
A and I went off to the d.floor and fended off many a creeper as they slinked their eel-ish arms around our waists. Before long it was lights up and we were forced to find Kaitlyn and get out of there. Seeing as our party didn’t really start till 12 we all decided that we desperately wanted an after party. Earlier in the night one of A’s old boy toys invited us to one, but due to her fucked up phone and the large crowd we couldn’t find him. However, the idea had been planted and we needed to find something. While having a smoke and scouring the masses we met some very nice French boys who decided they wanted to take us home. Back in the day I used to be somewhat competent with French, so I was spewing all sorts of garbled half sentences in my drunken state. They seemed amused by the effort. So, Kaitlyn has this thing about making out with girls, I get it, it’s definitely fun sometimes, and seeing the look on boys faces is just classic, you can practically hear the PING as their boner hits the inside of their jeans. But on Thursday she was really feeling it and I swear the cab driver and the one French boy with us got the show of their lives.
So we walk into their little house on the west side and it's bare. I'm talking, no furniture, a couple chairs in a circle in a basement, bare. There are a couple of their room mates just chilling there who are obviously sober and they are all half chit-chatting in French while we awkwardly sway in place trying to look less drunk than we were. This lasted for about 5 minutes before we gtfoutta there. We promptly proceeded to cab home to A's place and finish our night with some good ol' fashioned drunken girl time.
Today's title brought to you by: Anna Sun - Walk the Moon
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