Sunday, September 30, 2007

White Night

I just want to make a special shoutout to my Le Chateau nude-coloured peep-toe 4-inch slingbacks. You rock my socks, which is an ironic thing to say since I wouldn't wear socks with these shoes.

Last night I went out for Ish's birthday. First we hit Alice Fazooli's, bitched about the food and then went to Yuk Yuk's. The comedians that night were OK. I sometimes feel sorry for comedians. They basically go up on stage in front of a bunch of strangers and bitch about their pathetic lives.

After that, we went to Crocodile Rock. Are all Croc Rocks aimed at 'cougars' and sugar daddys? I really thought it'd be different downtown than it is in the suburbs. After about half an hour, we had had enough and decided to join Mel and the Russians for Nuit Blanche. From what I understand, Nuit Blanche is an all-night, all-over-town art show.

We joined them as they were about to embark the CN Tower, which was perfect because Ish has never been up and neither have I. And it was free. Just perfect.

It's amazing that I've lived here my entire life and I have never been up the CN Tower (from what I can remember). To be honest, it wasn't as exciting as people think it should be. I'm not that afraid of heights, so it was just like looking over the balcony of a high-rise. Same ol' city light pollution, same ol' "hey, I can see my house!". Hm, I really do take a lot for granted.

After the CN Tower, we went to some Russian art exhibit. They set up some make-shift Saunas with tents and generators. It was pretty funny because I opened the door and all I saw was flesh and mostly men. Yeah, I'll go in that.

We walked around to other exhibits, including the ghost subway station, museums and street art exhibits. There were alot of people out which didn't make it seem like 4 or 5 am at all. I mean, even the clubbers were gone by 4.

We got home at like 6 am via the all-night Bloor Blue bus. It actually wasn't that bad and it was fun (minus the minor shoe-bitching and hanging off the guys because it was tough to walk towards the end).

It'll probably be awhile before I fully recover from last night. I don't think my feet will forgive me for awhile.

^I don't get Russian humour
^On the glass floor
^"Lil in a Box"
^Parkour-ing
^Sleepwalking
^Still don't get Russian Humour
^Alex terrorizing Toronto pigeons

2 comments:

kathy said...

Oh. My. God. You guys went to Nuit Blanche. I wanted to go so badly...instead I was in the lab doing crap. Crap! I can't believe this crap! I'm so envious. I'm going to go kick a wall repeatedly now. This is all your fault, Lillian. I'm sad.

P.S. Will you go next year with me?

spinderella said...

Wait, why is it my fault? It wasn't even my idea to go.

However, I'll go with you next year so long as I'm wearing comfortable shoes and Alex is prepared to walk around until 6 am without bitching.