T.O. part 2

So, after stumbling back to my room at about what could have been anywhere from 7-9, I’m not really sure cause at this point, I’d been up since Thursday. No more than 30 minutes after I went to sleep, my boy calls me with “Ay nigga, let’s go get something to eat”, and I’m wishing someone would put a bullet in me, cause I’m running on “E” at this point. So, after a hot “wake yo ass up” shower, I throw on some gear and we roll out. We were supposed to be hooking up with some of our people who live in Toronto, who seemed to be lacking the effort to come out and see us, even though we take care of them when they hit L.A., oh well, fuck em. Off to the mall. We hit up a few spots, grab some grub, then stroll around at this Live Earth festival going on in front of the Eaton Center. After a couple hours we decide to roll to this spot called The Brass Rail. It’s the spot where Alex Rodriguez got busted coming out of with one of the dancers about 2 months ago…if it’s good enough for A-Rod, it’s good enough for us. Now going in, we know that it’s gonna be the JV team out there, cause the quality dancers come in after 8pm, that’s pretty much standard at any titty club. FYI, if there are any dancers reading this, if you work at the club between the hours of 10am and 7pm, you need to step your game up. S’all I’m sayin. But anyway, we chop it up with the bartender, trying to find the new hot spot to hit for the night, but this dude was useless. So, one of the girls comes up trying to work her magic and get a couple lap dances out of us, but we end up getting the info we needed out of her, and before you knew it, we’re getting VIP access at some club cause her brother is the host. So, I ask her if we just tell this dude that “Berlin” sent us and she was like “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!! MARIA sent you”. Instantly, we know that big bro doesn’t know his little sis is shaking her titties for paper. Before we leave, we notice the dancer who had been playing PSP at the bar next to us is now on the stage…she didn’t do shit. She just kinda paced back and forth for 2 or 3 songs, then got off stage. It’s like they forced her to go up there, because it looked like she was trying to find her car keys or a lost contact lense. We went back to the hotel for a quick nap before the nights festivities, which ended up being a damn good night. Hit up a couple clubs, crashed a wedding party and waited for our local T.O. peeps who AGAIN didn’t show up…fuck em. After a couple hours at 3 different spots, we end the night at a place called “Joe Mama’s” with a friend and some of her friends, watching this live band and shaking off the Bacardi that had been consumed since around 8pm. Another good night. Happy Birthday to me. Part 3 coming…

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3 responses

  1. jameil1922

    lmao @ trying to find her car keys or a lost contact lense. crashing a wedding party?! what fun!

    July 22, 2007 at 11:27 am

  2. ms. complexity

    I never knew bruhs crashed wedding parties.
    I miss the Eaton Centre SO DAMN MUCH…they have one out here but nothing compares to Toronto.

    DAMN!

    I’m heading to Vegas in 16 days! WOOT!

    July 22, 2007 at 9:07 pm

  3. inciquay

    Zanzibar is a bit better than the Brass Rail for titty bars but better still is For Your Eyes Only on King St. just east of Bathurst 🙂

    Don’t ask…I just know! LOL

    July 23, 2007 at 12:46 pm

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