Single on a Saturday: Nuit Blah

So last night was Nuit Blanche, the outdoor art installation extravaganza that goes from sun down to sun up. My first stop was to a studio on Geary Street to hear some indie bands and meet up with my hot and newly single friend.Well the scene was like one out of my first year of university. Strong drinks, concrete floors and music that felt it was coming from some Morrissey album. It wasn't too bad to be honest....what was bad was being surrounded by wanna-be-Warhols (aka hipsters) drinking PBR like it was unique. So no pickin's in this crowd...the music was great and I got to jam out with an old friend; so not all was lost. 

We decided to head out to Dufferin/Queen area to find one of the late serving bars. After reading an old list we waited at the Rhino for a bit. Looked like fun, but there was no drinking to be had by the time we got there. So we checked the list and ended up @GladstoneHotel. I don't go there...I've never appreciated the look of the crowd (that's the nice way to say I didn't like the cut of their jib). Like a pretentious King West crowd that lost its way. There was a Nuit Blanche installation there that was fun to walk through. I drew my nightmare on a part of the installation...well it wasn't just like that. This guy's friend wanted to be alone with my friend so he wing man'd it and dragged me over to the interactive installation. She was left alone to talk with this loser that asked her to come back to his place right off the bat. That's my new claim to singlehood....from potential MILF to cockblocker...that's the only reason a wing man comes into play....I'm the fat/ungly/snaggletoothed/beaten friend, apparently...it just keeps gong downhill.

I then go back to my friend because she did not seem comfortable with this fellow. We walk to the bar to get her a drink and the guy follows us. We're standing there with all of his friends hanging about, trying to ignore him. The bartender is pathetically overwhelmed (I guess he never has had a full bar before...Surprise! a 4am license makes you busy...douche). He comes over to us and we order one drink and he gives us sass mouth...so now he's not managed his station well and spoken to us like idiots --"one drink is all you wanted, you have 8 people there, you should get out of the way"..and so on. Fuckin nonsense- go back to Westlodge asshole. Yup no more Gladstone for me. Probably should have hit up @brooklynnbar.

Luckily enough, my friend picked up. Last night I was that friend that needed to be wing man'd and I did not like it...I did manage to stay out all night and come home in the fresh sunlight...so not all that bad in the long run.