It was Jordy's grad from PIMT last night (that's massage therapy if no-one knows) It was held at the Radisson in one of the banquet halls, QUITE an adventure! Anyhoo the food rawked...I even was treated special & got my own veggie entree which consisted of these delightful phyllo spinach chickpea things & the BEST spring roll I have EVER TASTED!!!!! (yes it was that exciting) *grin* Drinks were ridiculously expensive however ($4.50) but Jordy & his classmate Tyler had rented a suite on the 18th floor for the rest of the night. WOW. It was soo kool to be that high up, in this amazing suite with like 2 massive tvs, a bar stocked to water all of Saskatoon, & jacuzzi. I felt like I was Uma in Pulp Fiction. Well minus the blow.
So there was a good amount of people up there drinking, was a good time but strange being I always tend to get massive amounts of "creepo" attention when drunks are involved. I was decked out all nice in the new outfit my mom bought me (aaawwwww) which was a black hippie-ish tank top with a flowy black skirt that went to the calve area. (Yeah I'll try to get a pic up as my descriptions tend to suck arse) Regardless I thought it was tasteful & nice. So this guy who happened to be there who knew a grad....wow where do I start? First off he comes off as being so kool cuz he works at the Radisson...but as a bellhop! Ha. We were listening to some Chili Peppers I think at the time & being I was pretty cut, I was humming along a bit. So here's how the conversation went down....
Mr Kool - "So you like music huh?" (starring at my boobs)
Me- "Uh huh"
Mr Kool - "What other music you got here?"
Me - "It's over there..." (I point to a selection of Perfect Circle, Stone Roses, Fog, Fila Brazilia, Sublime)
Mr Kool - "Oh ...hmm dont see too much"
Me- "Well what do you listen to??"
Mr Kool - "Oh you know I like to listen to the radio..."
OK let us pause here & analyze that last comment...can you see where this conversation is going?
Me - ...blank stare
Mr Kool "Well I like CFCR but I listen to 102 during the day." - meaning I love Theory of a NickleCreed.
At this point I am searching for any form of escape...Jordy unfortunately is hoopin it up in the other room & I'm left to my own devices. Well let's get a card game going. Yeah that worked for a little while. I keep drinking. I AM ANTHONY KEATUS!!
Later on...
We're sitting around the table & Mr Kool tries to strike up another conversation with me. He claims he knows my "type" & I think he's trying to hit on me by showing how perceptive he is...but it's all so lost on the fact that 1. I'm so taken & 2. I'm that kind of drunk where I will say anything. Yeah I know you, he says, you probably live on Broadway. I scoff, Broadway?! What makes you say that? Oh wait the way I look huh, because the dreads I MUST be a transient who plays guitar on the corner. I laugh so hard the whole room stops & I then point out how I think it so funny that my whole life I've never fit in anywhere & here he goes & lumps me into some sort of category. Gee thanks guy, I feel like I belong now! Now this is the part where he digs himself deeper & i'm struggling to understand what the flip is going on.
He says his grandma thinks all the girls on Broadway are hookers. And he's staring at my boobs while saying this. Now I'm so lost....is he saying that I'm a Broadway callgirl? Am I dressed pretty racey? HA! I laugh so hard I almost fall out of my chair & Jordy, Mike, & Tyler all start to look at Mr Kool now in a not so nice way. I carry on by how not only has Mr Kool found me a home in this genre world but I now have a profession. Move over Jordy, I'm making the big bucks now!
And I live on the east side? I also like to bathe. Hmmm not too keen on sex with strangers either...but heh this guy KNOWS me.
Bah.
I highly recommend the Radisson however for a good party...but dont eat greasy pizza from Olympia after plowing through a mickey of gin/vodka. I almost lost my cookies.