My Saturday night:
Posted by
Andie (aka Andie)
Jun 4 '12, 06:16
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My friend and I head down to Yonge and Dundas Square to hang out at the Italian Festival and grab something to eat before we go to see Bring It On. Minutes after we get there the shooting happened across the street. Cops, ambulances, crazy rumours, it was madness. However, we really didn't know the extent of it until later. When we turned off our phones just before 8pm when the show started, the news was still saying 3 injured.
The show: For the first ten minutes a (drunk) guy sitting in the row behind us was talking and singing and being *loud*. People in our row, including us, are turning around, glaring, shushing, etc. To no avail. The woman he's with is trying to get him to be quiet. I finally turn around and say "will you please be quiet?" She is horrified and gets up and storms out, leaving the guy. He mutters to himself for about 10 more minutes then leaves. Everyone is happy.
Show is fun.
At intermission, everyone is on their smart phones and we learn that someone died in the shooting and that the guy is still at large.
After the show - we are planning to go about 4 blocks north to a friend's 40th Birthday party. We cab, and go to drug store to get a card because we didn't have one. Roberta gets the card while i wait outside. While i'm waiting on Yonge St, a group of Japanese tourists walks by and one vomits directly in front of me. Nice.
We walk to bar for party. Outside some big dude with a headset says "excuse me, where are you going?" and blocks the door. We say "Donna's birthday?", thinking we must be at the wrong place. He says "hold on, we'll escort you." Um, okay. Some other bouncer appears and takes us in. Turns out it's a gay dance bar that doesn't allow women. So we get escorted through the bar, up some stairs, down some hall (it was really odd) and end up in this gorgeous private room. Okay, awesome. Hang out there eating Yoda cupcakes for an hour or so.
Leave and get on subway to go home. On subway, some very strange man in our car starts taking off clothes, stuffs them under his seat, and then gets off wearing no shirt, no jacket, no socks.
I go home and fall asleep. I need to see if there was a full moon on Saturday.
The end.
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