CCXXXIX: Sex on the Beach

By tagging this entry as "nightlife", it has justified my already well-acknowledged self-belief that it is a rarity. Yay for nightlife tag #1!

Pleuve, the Travelling Sisters, and I went clubbing last night at Library Square for 90's night. It was my first time there (though I have been meaning to go for over a year) and it will definitely not be my last. The reason I don't like clubbing in Vancouver is that my experiences have not been great, and I can attribute that to two factors: bad music and pretentious crowds.

This is not a fair assessment of Vancouver nightclubs as I have only been to two prior to last night. The first one, Plush (now closed), set the bar very low; and the second, Bar None, while having better music than Plush and well-behaved crowds, also had an older male crowd than desired. Just because I love Craigy doesn't mean I want to dance with forty year-olds. Craigy has everything going for him (wit, charm, looks, Scottish accent, kindness, intelligence, double entendres, a naughty twinkle in his eye) so it makes him exceptional. But I digress.

90's night was awesome, it was great to be dancing amongst some of my closest friends and not feel the need for male attention since we were having fun! (That's the secret to life, ladies - enjoy yourself and you won't need a Mr.) They played Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, *N SYNC, Ice Cube, Daft Punk, Basement Jaxx, Outkast, Aqua, Ace of Base etc. and we joyfully sang along to almost every song.

The funny memory I take away from last night was when we were at the bar ordering drinks. I asked our cute bartender for a Sex on the Beach. He then motioned that he had to get something outside and I didn't really hear or understand him, so I thought maybe they were out of the ingredients for my drink. He then left the bar area and grabbed my hand, heading for the door, and not wanting to inconvenience him, I said "Oh no, it's okay! Where?" Then he said that the beach was ten minutes away...and I very slowly understood that he was being corny.

I, the Queen of Corniness and Puns, who vainly applauds herself for her wit, was rendered futile against this bartender. And the funniest part was that Pleuve, who is usually one of the slow ones (I mean this without offence!), was standing at the bar laughing because she understood it all, even amidst the loud music.

Men are my kryptonite. They strip me of my noble qualities, I can never hear what they're saying since my ears are not used to the pitch of their voices, and I can't look them in the eye unless they address me.

I do this all to entertain you guys...