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Weird night.
Jul. 31st, 2005 03:38 amWarning: this post rated "R" for explicit language and sexual content.
This weekend is Caribana, which for my non-Torontonian friends, is a Caribbean festival marked by a parade with amazing costumes and (usually) a shooting or two.
Yeah, that's nasty for me to say. But I'm drunk and it's true. :P
So tonight I decided to go to Woody's for only the second time this year. As usual, nobody but the bartenders spoke to me, which is sometimes a bad thing but at least they had the Best Legs contest tonight (no, I didn't enter).
Afterwards, I walked over to Yonge Street to wait for the northbound bus since the last subway from Wellesley station leaves at 1:48 AM (I'll never figure out why they shut the subway down before last call, but anyway...). After about 20 minutes it became eminently clear that the buses had been rerouted because of Caribana, despite the fact that the parade runs along Lakeshore (an east-west street several miles south of where I was on Yonge). So I walked up to Bloor, as the buses, when they're rerouted, usually run up Bay to Bloor, along Bloor to Yonge, and then take their usual route north. As I was walking up Yonge, a cute young guy stopped me to ask me if I had a light. So I pulled out my lighter, gave him a light, and he then proceeded to ask me if I wanted a blow job.
I said no.
What the fuck is wrong with me? He was cute, and if he had chatted me up in Woody's for half an hour or so before asking, I would surely have gone home with him... am I gun-shy because it's been so long? Was I subconsciously thinking about Donnie, the guy that I picked up in Woody's in 1998 who turned out to have a drug problem and proceeded to stalk me for nine months?
*sigh*
Anyway, as I got to Bloor, I happened to look west and saw a bus running north on Bay through Bloor and continuing northbound. So evidently the bus wasn't being rerouted back to Yonge until it got north of Bloor, so (without telling any of the 200 or so people who were waiting at Yonge and Bloor - hey, I wanted to get on the bus before 5AM!), I walked over to Bay and got there just as a bus arrived. However, the stop is about half a block north of Bloor, so I had to run like I haven't run in about ten years to catch it. I got on and immediately told the driver that there was no signage on Yonge to tell people that the bus had been rerouted. While I was doing this, a guy who was even drunker than I started shouting at me to "sit the fuck down". I told him to mind his own business (shocking, I know) because I was trying to talk to the driver, who was showing no signs of minding that I was doing so. However, this guy was getting exceedingly agitated by the fact that I was telling the driver about the 200 people who were waiting at Yonge and Bloor (not to mention the 100 or so who had been waiting at Yonge and Wellesley) and that he should contact a supervisor to get over there and tell people that the bus wasn't running on Yonge. Given the fact that this is usually one of the more violent weekends in Toronto (see paragraph #2) I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and sat down.
For what it was worth, the driver agreed with me that something needed to be done to tell people about the rerouting of the night bus, because there was no signage, nothing in the news that I had seen, nothing to help people get home before the subway starts running again at 9.
Funny thing was, when the agitated guy got off he stood by the driver and chatted with him for a good minute and a half while the bus was stopped before getting off. I was sorely tempted to tell him to sit down or get off. :)
And that's my nasty post for this year. :)
Edited to add: I forgot to mention, someone did speak to me in Woody's tonight: some guy came over to me and the following conversation ensued:
Him: Do you think I'm a nice guy?
Me: I don't know you, so I can't answer that question.
Him: Do I look nice? My friends say I'm not.
Me: Well, again, I don't know you, but you don't look like a bad person.
Him: Thank you. (walks back over to friends) See, he thinks I'm nice!
*sigh*
This weekend is Caribana, which for my non-Torontonian friends, is a Caribbean festival marked by a parade with amazing costumes and (usually) a shooting or two.
Yeah, that's nasty for me to say. But I'm drunk and it's true. :P
So tonight I decided to go to Woody's for only the second time this year. As usual, nobody but the bartenders spoke to me, which is sometimes a bad thing but at least they had the Best Legs contest tonight (no, I didn't enter).
Afterwards, I walked over to Yonge Street to wait for the northbound bus since the last subway from Wellesley station leaves at 1:48 AM (I'll never figure out why they shut the subway down before last call, but anyway...). After about 20 minutes it became eminently clear that the buses had been rerouted because of Caribana, despite the fact that the parade runs along Lakeshore (an east-west street several miles south of where I was on Yonge). So I walked up to Bloor, as the buses, when they're rerouted, usually run up Bay to Bloor, along Bloor to Yonge, and then take their usual route north. As I was walking up Yonge, a cute young guy stopped me to ask me if I had a light. So I pulled out my lighter, gave him a light, and he then proceeded to ask me if I wanted a blow job.
I said no.
What the fuck is wrong with me? He was cute, and if he had chatted me up in Woody's for half an hour or so before asking, I would surely have gone home with him... am I gun-shy because it's been so long? Was I subconsciously thinking about Donnie, the guy that I picked up in Woody's in 1998 who turned out to have a drug problem and proceeded to stalk me for nine months?
*sigh*
Anyway, as I got to Bloor, I happened to look west and saw a bus running north on Bay through Bloor and continuing northbound. So evidently the bus wasn't being rerouted back to Yonge until it got north of Bloor, so (without telling any of the 200 or so people who were waiting at Yonge and Bloor - hey, I wanted to get on the bus before 5AM!), I walked over to Bay and got there just as a bus arrived. However, the stop is about half a block north of Bloor, so I had to run like I haven't run in about ten years to catch it. I got on and immediately told the driver that there was no signage on Yonge to tell people that the bus had been rerouted. While I was doing this, a guy who was even drunker than I started shouting at me to "sit the fuck down". I told him to mind his own business (shocking, I know) because I was trying to talk to the driver, who was showing no signs of minding that I was doing so. However, this guy was getting exceedingly agitated by the fact that I was telling the driver about the 200 people who were waiting at Yonge and Bloor (not to mention the 100 or so who had been waiting at Yonge and Wellesley) and that he should contact a supervisor to get over there and tell people that the bus wasn't running on Yonge. Given the fact that this is usually one of the more violent weekends in Toronto (see paragraph #2) I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and sat down.
For what it was worth, the driver agreed with me that something needed to be done to tell people about the rerouting of the night bus, because there was no signage, nothing in the news that I had seen, nothing to help people get home before the subway starts running again at 9.
Funny thing was, when the agitated guy got off he stood by the driver and chatted with him for a good minute and a half while the bus was stopped before getting off. I was sorely tempted to tell him to sit down or get off. :)
And that's my nasty post for this year. :)
Edited to add: I forgot to mention, someone did speak to me in Woody's tonight: some guy came over to me and the following conversation ensued:
Him: Do you think I'm a nice guy?
Me: I don't know you, so I can't answer that question.
Him: Do I look nice? My friends say I'm not.
Me: Well, again, I don't know you, but you don't look like a bad person.
Him: Thank you. (walks back over to friends) See, he thinks I'm nice!
*sigh*
