11:19 a.m. - Thursday, Feb. 27, 2003
beach boy
Shit dawg, you can't even believe my night last night. Haha.
Audrey's sister and her friend are crashing with us from Toronto right now, and last night I got home from work at about 11:30, and they were just heading out to the jazz jam at Reggie's, the uni bar. I'm not really all about jazz, so at first i was like, nah, but then i was like, fuck it, I kind of want to get drunk. So we went, and met a friend there, who is a pretty major league palestinian activist on the university political scene, and actually, really the global one, in a jhaggi singh kind of way, which makes the night even funnier really.
So, we got drunk there, and then this cat from Malta who Audrey knows from one of her classes, who was on lead guitar for the jam, came and partied with us, and we all went to club 284, or 481 or whatever that ghostly manhole is called. Anyway, it was a seedy, yucky male strip club.
It seemed like it was going to rock with hilarity, which, yeah, I can't say it didn't do that, but it was sort of whack too. It was pretty late, but like, there was this one beefed up lad on stage walking with his fly open in a sort of strutting, fashion model kind of way, it wasn't actually very attractive, no suprise of course. So we went in thinking it was all good, and they totally acted like it was all good, and like, FORCED us to buy our stupid drink minimum, even Malta, who we said was driving, which wasn't true, but come on. They made him buy a juice. At that point we didn't mind so much because we were there to get drunker and watch strippers anyway. But then it was eerily empty, and the light wasn't ON per se, but the glaring white/yellow stage light was right on our table, and the stage was empty for song after song. So Audrey went and enquired, in this really young Joan Crawford sort of way, haha, and they were all like, oh yeah, there's no stripping after 9 O'CLOCK? Whatever. So Audrey got a lampdance from this serious Jamaican, and we all got the full monty via that experience, which I guess made it all worth it, but really. The staff and dancers were all these really hostile, overly tanned, overly pumped up, weary sort of, impatient men with elaborate hair. They were not even hospitable in the least. Sigh. THere is no Avalon.
Oh yeah, and in the cab from Reggie's to the man bar, the activist dude, who's name I will surely never proffer, based on the ensuing story,was all like, "DON'T!" with his eyes when i said we were going to the strip bar. He was freaked out about this arab driver knowing where he was going, because he's this high profile arab activist. I didn't even know how to save that one, so I just smiled really big the whole rest of the ride. It seemed funny to me, but I can understand I guess. But the dude, I don't know, the cab driver didn't really fucking care I dont' think haha. He kept talking about smoking pot. Then Audrey made this really weird sort of junior high school prank and started pretending we were stuff we weren't, and said she was in engineering, and the driver said "i'm a road engineer." We were all, haha, you totally are!
Anyway, then we all just came home, and Malta and I jammed alot, which was actually wicked, and everyone listened, and it was a nice night.
Now I have to go see a man named Bird about my residency.
