the dysfunctional ramblings of a rambly kind of gal
I’m doing my blogging all kinds of backwards but whatever. I posted about the Nerd Mafia/DWSC party I crashed yesterday because it was fresh in my mind, but I didn’t get a chance to talk about the shenanigans I got into on the weekend. I do love me some shenanigans.
Ok, so there weren’t really THAT many shenanigans. Mostly on Friday.
The lovely Liz and I (she’s the pretty blonde in the photos) had a girl’s night planned.
We’re both bridesmaids in our mutual best friend Amy’s wedding. We planned to bond a little bit by having a night out in which we broke in our shoes that we would be wearing to the wedding. Now, Liz and I are both pretty damn tall (we’re both at least 5’9), so neither one of us normally wears heels. Our shoes are DAMN hot though, so we decided to get the most out of them.
Of course, Liz FORGOT to bring her shoes, so it was just me strutting around in heels, but whatever.
Our girl’s night quickly became just a night on the town though as our friend Justin decided to join us. And he is not a lady.
Bar #1: Flatiron and Firkin at 49 Wellington St. East
This was our first stop of the night (obviously, given the Bar #1). We grabbed ourselves some pub food here (Mmmmm… Irish Nachos) and had our first round of drinks. They were fresh out of Barking Squirrel, one of my favourite beers, so Liz and I decided to split a pitcher of sangria.
IT WAS THE MOST GLORIOUS THING THAT HAS EVER BEEN IN MY MOUTH.
I love sangria. So, so much.
That was our first stop. There really isn’t too much to report. We were still sober and decided to make our way to a new place.
Bar #2: C’est What? at 67 Front St. East
I LOVED this bar. It looked really pretentious from the outside so I was afraid drinks and everything would be really expensive. Wrong. It was such an incredible atmosphere. People were loud, but somehow weren’t overpowering and you were still able to talk without screaming.
We got all classy up in this joint and ordered some crème brûlée (with three spoons!) as well as some wine. I think we had a couple rounds of wine and it was just such a great place that I HIGHLY recommend. I will definitely be back.
Bar #3: Corner Place at 11 Jarvis St.
Initially we had no intention of going into this bar. However, the incredible 90s music being blasted from the speakers lured me in. IT LURED ME.
Seriously. I couldn’t resist Ace of Base, so yeah.
As it turned out, they had $3 mixed drinks, so Justin and I tried out some vodka cranberries as well as whisky sours. We wound up spending an incredibly small amount of money there, but settled up relatively quickly since things started to get a tad noisy.
We finished things off at Corner Place by hearing “Call Me Maybe” come on. Liz and I danced it out and then left abruptly.
Bar #4: Irish Embassy at 49 Yonge St.
I should now take the time to point out that we were working on a schedule here. Liz was turning into a pumpkin around 11pm, so all of this bar hopping started around 6pm and ended shortly after 11pm.
Our last stop of the night was on Yonge St. at the Irish Embassy. I hadn’t been here before, it’s another one of those bars that looks really pretentious from the outside so I hadn’t ever bothered to go in. Justin and I had a pint of beer here, while Liz stayed classy and had some more wine. We were only here until we realized that Liz was about to miss her bus home and we then chugged our drinks and ran to Union Station.
In Liz’s haste, she somehow managed to break the stem on her wine glass and adorably spent the next minute or so trying to piece it back together. We felt so bad that after we settled up (rather frantically), we rushed out and the waitress chased after us thinking that we were dining and dashing. Or I suppose drinking and dashing in this instance.
I guess at this point, this blog has turned out to be more of a review of the places we went than anything, but whatever. I’m attempting to write about a day in the life of a crazy person (that’s me), so be cool.
Things I Learned:
-Don’t rush out a pub… the waitress will think you’re shifty.
-Pretentious places aren’t always pretentious.
-C’est What is amazing and has fantastic crème brûlée.
-“Call Me Maybe” is kind of the worst. And yet I kind of love it.
-Carly Rae Jepsen is 26 YEARS OLD. HOW?! She looks like she’s 12. I seriously thought she was 12. Ok. Maybe 18. BUT SERIOUSLY.
That’s it from me. Come back sometime and read other things I have to say. Cause I really have lots to say. Always.
PS – Still don’t know why I’m signing these blogs like a letter. Whatever. Get over it.
^ LOOK! HOW IS SHE NOT 12?!