It's hard to party in a city that's shitty.

Ok so I’ve decided Toronto has become a very shitty pretentious city. Friday night I was

King West

having a conversation with some friends while walking down John St. to King west. Some ass stopped and interjected to correct us, but was not even on point with what we were talking about. That is the true sign of assholism. You can comment without being educated on a topic and you don’t care. Gaaaaa….

Even the service industry has fallen (but that has been on a steady shit decline since SARs). There was of course that jerk bartender at the Gladstone Hotel (the reason I don’t go in there at all and my friends know this so we make sure to avoid them).  Then there was a couple of nights ago at Bier Market where three bartenders decided that they were only going to service one end of one of the bars and do one drink at a time (a rookie mistake in the Toronto bar scene that seems to be happening everywhere).  I guess the night was too hard for them…Gaaaaa²

Seriously…it sickens me to think that this is the path the city is taking when it actually used to be a community and a place with character and manners…well a real Torontonian knows whose blame for the mega changes…rhymes with Ike Barris…..

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Is it just me or did Toronto have a huge influx of men in the bars this weekend?

Not complaining, just saying…and it was good times. Let’s take it from the top.

Friday, after the shittiest work week so far, I went to a friend’s bday get together at Encore-- up near Dovercourt and Dupont. I walked down a scary dark road, that I probably should have not walked down, and made it to this jamming party. Great DJ playing great old school tunes. Men….mostly men at the bar. I didn’t think anything of it then. I just enjoyed my booze and reconnecting with people I know.

I then toddled off to PJ O’briens on Colbourne for a hot whiskey and to celebrate with other friends. This is where it became apparent that Toronto was taken over by men. Men with ugly mo’s, but men just the same. The place was packed with them. I shifted my way to the bar to meet up with the ladies.  

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So my one hot whisky turned into several. It was nice to just hang out and chit chat. There was one annoying guy  that must have really thought being sarcastic and unsexy was a the best way to get into bed with someone. He played the cockblocker. I tried to entertain and have fun with his dance floor antic, but he kept holding my hand (or trying). I wasn’t that drunk and not that into touching him. Eventually I started to ignore him.  Unfortunately, most of the other men at the bar were not as social (or were perhaps dismayed).

That pub used to be a great place to pick up hot Irish men as you dance to a live Irish Folk band.  Tonight there was not such a vibe. No Irish men (beyond the bartenders) and no Irish band. It was almost like being at a wedding reception…maybe it was a reception and we just did not realize it. Whoops.

Now let’s shuffle on to Saturday when two singles decided it was time to be out all night. Yup this was a 9am-er. I met up with my friend over in the Queen West area. I have been turned off of this neighbourhood before, but tonight was different. It was definitely an all-time best.

We started at …um…I don`t know the name of the place. It was on Queens West somewhere west of Beaconsfield. It was a nice little place with a DJ and bar. That`s all I needed on Saturday.  My Patron Café was only $9 and it was delicious! It wasn`t busy, but the male: female ratio was higher than the place before. 

We chatted and then moved down the street. Nice and random…and I cannot remember the name of the second place.  Good music, $4 tequila shots, and men men men…. At this point in the night we were doing shots and taling travel with a guy at the bar. Nice local type of place; the bartender knew him by name!!  I really hope we find it again.

Then we wondered to Brooklynn, but it was full…and there was a line. 

I do not stand in lines. As far as I'm concerned, 20 years of clubbing is worth being able to walk on in.

We hustled off to another bar…the Gladstone. After my last experience (See the Nuit Blah Edition) I did not want to go, but there wasn`t a line up and it was karaoke and that it is always fun times. I don`t sing but I love dancing to it.

After one drink we decided it was time to try Brooklynn again. Of course at this point there is no line up. Now here is where it all gets crazy…the man to lady ratio was somewhere in the area of 5:1. Great odds…great odds….I think it is also safe to mention that they were not pretentious or ugly. I was definitely satisfied. The music was great and everyone was so social.Did I mention the men were hot. Just saying. I haven't seen a lot of hot men in this city in a while...especially concentrated in one room!

I danced off steam; socialized; I loved it and went on to the after hours. Made it to my home at 9:30am after a mini walk of shame...that's how single gals (should) do it.

I feel like I'm getting my groove back...f-you horrible week, I win!!!