So, I have been home in Toronto for the past week for reading week; What a wonderful city! It is finally starting to grow on me, I won’t lie. This summer is starting to be much anticipated.
Last night I went out with some of my Halifax friends who have left the ocean behind for the big bad concrete jungle. We started the night with some Lily Allen and a few cold Keith’s. The streetcar brought us from Queen East to Queen West, along the way picking up hipster kids and sophisticated couples alike.
We started on Ossington; the street was definitely bumpin’, as per usual. Having spent a few Friday nights there recently, I quickly proclaimed that Ossington definitely seems to be the newest street to “be and be seen”.
We finally ended up at the Social over on Queen West; $2 coat check, no cover, and the voice of Cyndi Lauper spilling onto the streets – how could we refuse? Anytime I go to this bar I have a blast. The decor is fab, the music is generally a hit no matter what your taste, and I love that such a small place still hosts two different bars so there never seems to be a line-up. Magnifique. A lot of sunglasses-at-night-indoors (is that still trendy?), a lot of plaid, plaid, and more plaid, and a lot of cute boys.
Many creepers were on the prowl, surprise surprise. Why are they the ones that have no problem stalking you around the dance floor? Quite a few of them attempted to dance with Holly and I, one barely succeeded with Holly yelling at her WHY ARENT YOU DANCING? as she struggled to feign “out-of-it-drunk” ….we were quick to walk away.
It’s always the cute boys that seem to wait and let you approach them. I don’t know if that’s a result of shyness, arrogance, or aloofness; but, either way, for a shy girl like me, IT SUCKS.
Moral of the story? I need to work on my game.