I just got back from Waterloo, where Sydney and I had our joint birthday party (Tuesday is our actual b-day). I got to go to my beloved Phil’s for the first time in God knows how long. Hurray! Notes from the evening, in bulleted list form, are below. I am too tired (hungover) to write proper paragraphs.
-Quote of the Night goes to: “I fucking love being doe-eyed!” Mostly because it was said by a 26 year old man.
-Q: Is 25 too old to be dancing on the stage at Phil’s with a drink in each hand? A: NO WAY. Though swinging around on the pole should probably be avoided at any age. I shudder to think about the germs on that thing.
-When did boys in goddamn Hollister shirts take over Phil’s? Where is Phil’s Grandson (aka Punk Rock Asian Guy)? Where is the guy who looks like he should be in Limp Bizkit but dances like JT?
-The guys in “Phil’s World Tour” shirts on the other hand? Amazing.
-Also, when did super cute hipster boys start going to Phil’s?
-The music was always good at Phil’s, but they’ve really stepped it up. Before it was a lot of garage rock and Interpol. Which was good. But now it’s all M83 and the Justice remix of MGMT and electro music. Which is even better.
-Why didn’t cute boys work at Macdonell was I was going there every damn week?
-When I woke up this morning, I remembered a fun exchange that happened last night on the way back from Phil’s. I saw two guys standing on the corner. One was arguing with a friend on his cell phone. His friend’s name was Jason. I walked up and said, “Let me talk to him.” So he handed me the phone/I grabbed the phone from him (can’t remember) and said, “Jason, we think you should fuck off” and hung up. Then I asked, “Who’s Jason?” Luckily, they were highly entertained by the whole thing and gave me high fives and we all went on our merry ways.
-I own two cell phones, yet somehow ended up separated from everyone, including Sydney, whose place I was sleeping at, and unable to call anyone. One phone was dead and the other was inside the apartment I was locked out of. I managed to sneak into the building and pounded on Joe and Alex’s door but they didn’t answer. So I sat in the hall for a while, feeling sad about how I forgot to get a fork for the poutine that was the cause of me getting lost from everyone. Eventually I just started eating it with my fingers. I thought I was going to have to sleep in the hallway. Eventually I wandered down to the lobby and not long after, spotted everyone outside. Hurray! Saved! No hallway sleeping!
I may be 25, but I don’t have to act like it!
