Spent the whole night out of my element, but enjoying it. I didn't really realize I had an element, until I spent the night out of it (but I suppose everyone does). Except for last Thursday (which I don't count because I was so sick), last night was the first night I've had off in awhile. I got off work at 6:00, and went home to drink some beer and clean up. I suspect that we were abducted (you know, aliens) on the way home. I've lost an hour on my watch; pretty much a complete hour. I can't really think of why else that would happen. It may have had contact with something magnetic, but a full hour, and only an hour?
It was decided that we could hide our beer in the jam spot while we were over at the all ages show. On our way down Cornwallis Street, we spotted Alfred inside the new place where the Pizza Factory used to be. We could eat there with him and then head to the show, which we did. I see they're trying to keep up with the Biggest Slice reputation. The slice cost $4.50, but it was 2 slices. I always found the size unnecessary at that place, but FOUR FIFTY! I DON'T WANT 2 SLICES, so why should I have to pay so much, just to throw most of it out? The sign said "Slice of pizza and pop, $4.50" but we didn't get a pop. KC had to put a dollar something in the vending machine for that. The crust was cardboard, and the slice was old, but the sauce had more of a kick and the pizza never was good at the factory either. Alf got a burger and fries, and looking at it made me thankful I didn't. It didn't really look that bad, it's just that it was small and didn't have bacon and cheese. I didn't like the look of the fries; they were NOT greasy or crispy.
We got to the show in time to see most of the Stolen Minks set. It was fun to watch a girl band, but I wasn't in the mood to dance. Well, I guess I was at the wrong show if I didn't want to dance. Special Noise were my favourite of the night. It's like every time I see them, I like them more, but I was up front (and didn't feel like dancing) so I felt a little guilty. I only stayed for a few Beat Material songs. KC came over to the chair where I was sitting and asked if I wanted to go. I said we could stay if he was having fun, or we could go, I didn't care. He said "I feel like I've seen them. Let's go start drinking." So we did.
We picked up our beer and headed to Cunard Street. When you're going to a party, but not in the mood for a party, it's nice when the one you are going to is on the way home. We were among the early birds, but people continued to show up the whole night after we arrived. We found some chairs in the kitchen (smoking room) right by the open door and window. That's where we sat all night. I was considering going home, when some friends started showing up.
Was the party really that big? Yeah, I guess it was, but it wasn't loud or rambunctious; just big. I realized just how big the first time the cops came. It wasn't as comfortable in my chair in the kitchen with a hundred people squished into the room, falling over each other. I was told the cops were out back and they were telling everyone to stay inside. More people came, I drank more and smoked more, and then the cops came back. I was wanting to leave anyway, I'm claustrophobic and we have been downloading footage this week that I wanted to go home and watch before going to bed, and KC had to work at 7:15 the next morning. So, I didn't mind that the cops were telling us to leave. As I stumbled out the front door, I saw a bunch of cop cars and at least one paddy wagon. I don't think anyone at that party was really going to give them any problems. Maybe they were worried about the potential of the party, fire hazards and stuff. Maybe they had complaints from neighbours (although I couldn't really imagine noise complaints; I could barely hear the Madonna that was playing). Maybe they thought our party and the jock party on the other street would turn into a riot. Maybe they were just bored.
Before they kicked us out, Rachael said the nicest thing that anyone had said to me in years. I know she was drunk, and she was probably exaggerating, but it touched me. She may not even remember it now, and I kinda hope she doesn't. I genuinely blushed (that doesn't happen much), and not out of my own embarrassment, but just out of not knowing what to say. Uh, thank you.
It was decided that we could hide our beer in the jam spot while we were over at the all ages show. On our way down Cornwallis Street, we spotted Alfred inside the new place where the Pizza Factory used to be. We could eat there with him and then head to the show, which we did. I see they're trying to keep up with the Biggest Slice reputation. The slice cost $4.50, but it was 2 slices. I always found the size unnecessary at that place, but FOUR FIFTY! I DON'T WANT 2 SLICES, so why should I have to pay so much, just to throw most of it out? The sign said "Slice of pizza and pop, $4.50" but we didn't get a pop. KC had to put a dollar something in the vending machine for that. The crust was cardboard, and the slice was old, but the sauce had more of a kick and the pizza never was good at the factory either. Alf got a burger and fries, and looking at it made me thankful I didn't. It didn't really look that bad, it's just that it was small and didn't have bacon and cheese. I didn't like the look of the fries; they were NOT greasy or crispy.
We got to the show in time to see most of the Stolen Minks set. It was fun to watch a girl band, but I wasn't in the mood to dance. Well, I guess I was at the wrong show if I didn't want to dance. Special Noise were my favourite of the night. It's like every time I see them, I like them more, but I was up front (and didn't feel like dancing) so I felt a little guilty. I only stayed for a few Beat Material songs. KC came over to the chair where I was sitting and asked if I wanted to go. I said we could stay if he was having fun, or we could go, I didn't care. He said "I feel like I've seen them. Let's go start drinking." So we did.
We picked up our beer and headed to Cunard Street. When you're going to a party, but not in the mood for a party, it's nice when the one you are going to is on the way home. We were among the early birds, but people continued to show up the whole night after we arrived. We found some chairs in the kitchen (smoking room) right by the open door and window. That's where we sat all night. I was considering going home, when some friends started showing up.
Was the party really that big? Yeah, I guess it was, but it wasn't loud or rambunctious; just big. I realized just how big the first time the cops came. It wasn't as comfortable in my chair in the kitchen with a hundred people squished into the room, falling over each other. I was told the cops were out back and they were telling everyone to stay inside. More people came, I drank more and smoked more, and then the cops came back. I was wanting to leave anyway, I'm claustrophobic and we have been downloading footage this week that I wanted to go home and watch before going to bed, and KC had to work at 7:15 the next morning. So, I didn't mind that the cops were telling us to leave. As I stumbled out the front door, I saw a bunch of cop cars and at least one paddy wagon. I don't think anyone at that party was really going to give them any problems. Maybe they were worried about the potential of the party, fire hazards and stuff. Maybe they had complaints from neighbours (although I couldn't really imagine noise complaints; I could barely hear the Madonna that was playing). Maybe they thought our party and the jock party on the other street would turn into a riot. Maybe they were just bored.
Before they kicked us out, Rachael said the nicest thing that anyone had said to me in years. I know she was drunk, and she was probably exaggerating, but it touched me. She may not even remember it now, and I kinda hope she doesn't. I genuinely blushed (that doesn't happen much), and not out of my own embarrassment, but just out of not knowing what to say. Uh, thank you.
posted by crystal at
11:58 am
2 Comments:
I was drunk, but I remember, and I meant it. I don't usually lie when I'm drunk.
goooooooooooooooo crystal!
By
meatking, at 6/10/04 9:57 am
hee hee. I don't usually lie when I'm drunk either, but exaggerate...Let's just keep it our secret, now that I've made a big deal out of it by writing about it.
By
crystal, at 7/10/04 11:41 am
Post a Comment
<< Home