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party like a rockstar

i’m incredibly excited. yesterday, i actually started recording my song!!! AND, after having to review the 172-page getting started manual AND 576-page operational manual, i figured out how to import my four tracks and started mixing my song. omigod, thanks to my friend the other night, i knew what i was looking for and what i wanted to do. it was so cool!!!

i spent most of the afternoon on my song and didn’t think i would be going out again, because i did the friday night thing, and i was super tired. and then my phone said i had a voice mail the minute amber was off work at 4 pm saying i must be taking a nap {a nap? why hadn’t i thought of that?! lol} and to call her later because she was up for going out. who was i to say no, especially since i was the one trying to convince her the night before that we should go out? lol she made some calls and got us on four guest lists, so it was going to be a busy party night.

let me digress for a minute and tell you who amber is. we met two years ago at the buffalo club. for work, i had volunteered all day in the cold at arts county fair at ubc and then headed down to watch a then-friend’s gig. in his entourage was thomas and amber. i had ‘met’ thomas on myspace a day or two earlier, and i knew of amber from myspace, too. well, i met them both that night. and the rest, people say, is history.

amber and i hadn’t seen each other pretty much since that night. thomas had ‘liked’ to keep his friends separate, so i didn’t stay in touch with amber… then after the breakup, i wanted to go out and just forget about things… and while i wanted to distance myself from his crowd (too small a world the local music scene is), i knew amber, a fun party girl, was on his friends list on facebook, so i emailed her and we got back in touch.

four guest lists, you say? yup. amber apparently gets bored (we’re going to get along just fine), so she planned a club hopping evening for us. we started off at roxy burger to fuel up and then walked down to tunnel. haven’t heard of it? well, it just opened a week ago… and it’s actually the old PICADILLY!!!!!!! i was shocked. i had no idea it had closed down… my pseudo-bf when i was in university (the ‘old friend of mine’ from the friday night story) did sound there for years, i interviewed a band or two at that pub, and the last time i was there was for my friend’s gig (the friend from the studio session… keep up, lol). amber and i laughed about the picadilly as we sailed past the other people in line into the tunnel. it was still the same space, but the new club was more spacious: there were low tables and a couch along one mirrored wall and the bar along the opposite; the stage was replaced with a dance floor and a dj booth at the back. the washrooms, unfortunately for the girls, were still tiny, lol.

we got our drinks and proceeded to find our niche. we hung out, people watched, reminisced, laughed. i loved the music, and the crowd was decent (i.e. not young). i especially liked the addition of the bongos and sax to the dj. that was hot. the bongos brought a sexiness to the ambience. amber and i decided right there that was our new favorite place. when she moves downtown next month, we are definitely spending some quality time in the tunnel, lol.

well, since we had three other clubs to get to, we had to make our exit. we walked down to century, listened to the frenzied commotion, and decided to keep moving. we realized we didn’t have time to make it to all the clubs, so we skipped century and headed down to the red room, which i had not been to… or so i kept thinking. my friend from friday (no, amber, i’m not telling you who he is, lol) recently started doing sound there for bands, and i kept telling him i had never been there. well, when we got there, i realized i had actually been there twice, lol. both times with thomas – once when i met his brother for the first time (he was my age but acted like he was six – he pulled my hair and picked a fight with me {oh grow up, john}); the second, we saw kill rhythm. so i laughed at myself because all this time i thought i had never been there.

we waited patiently (too patiently, if you ask me) until the bouncers had finished denying the girls in front of us (hahahahahahahahaha). the other bouncer started talking to us, we bonded, and then he let us in because “he loves us”. 🙂

by the time we got there, the red room had finished with their bands (so my friend wasn’t there anymore), and the dancing was well under way. it was a harder beat than the tunnel, but i could definitely see myself dancing there. i say ‘see’ because neither amber nor i was in any shape to be dancing that night – she had hurt her back from a car accident, and i was wearing my other sexy stilettos. we people watched, walked around, but eventually the beat got into our bodies, and we danced a bit behind the dj booth (shhh, it’s a secret). we saw some interesting characters, including a white guy with an afro. {this pic’s for you, amber!} i like the red room – it’s a nice big space. but i definitely preferred tunnel for its music.

while we still had one guest list left at crush (oh, i used to love that place for its music and crowd… used to go there all the time a few years ago), we were both tired, so we decided to call it a night. we walked outside to get a couple of cabs, but there weren’t any around right away, so amber, agreeing to my bright idea, and i walked to look for one. next thing we knew, amber wanted to go back to tunnel just to see if we could get back in. well, being stars… i mean, having star stamps on our wrists, we floated back in. we took up our original spot {amber, DO NOT start talking about stiffler!}. i sat down and put my stiletto’d heels up on the table. ah, relief! my feet by now were killing me, and i mean KILLING me. i honestly don’t know how all those girls do it, especially the waitresses at tunnel. amber and i will have to plan one night where we just go to the red room wearing flats (and by ‘flats’, i mean my lovely new sporty shoes – i actually wore them to the commodore the other night – first time ever i wore runners to a bar, and it felt good! lol).

we stayed at tunnel just for a few minutes, then returned to our mission to find transport back home. while granville apparently is safer with the section cordoned off on weekends, finding a cab was ridiculous. we continued walking up granville (another stupid idea of mine), and we finally found amber a cab first because it was going in her direction. she told me to call her when i got home. i continued walking up granville and then veered off into the middle of the street. that was for amber.

i turned off and headed up to howe where i saw three cabs. but by the time i reached them (oh so slowly, as i was in some serious foot pain), they were gone. luckily, another one quickly pulled up. after i got in, i asked him where the best place was to get cabs, and he agreed with me that this new granville thing was stupid. cabs cannot get any access, which isn’t so good for most of the late night downtown patrons.

he dropped me off at my building. i finally made it up the steps to the front door. of course, the key turning the lock seemed to happen in such slow motion. i got in, mentally cheered myself on to make it up the last steps to my apartment door and then immediately realized that was a commendable but laughable goal. stilettos in hand, i ‘leisurely’ walked up the mountain of steps to my home and fell into bed.

i slept for two days, literally. i woke up only an hour ago, lol. party like a rockstar.