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Another Saturday, which means more drugs and dancing. On this freezing night, molly was my go-to because why not?

This weekend was unlike others and was not for raving. Instead, it was a birthday celebration for Rhea and Harry. No DJs were spinning, which was nice, sort of, because it was just someone’s (might I add very tasteful) Spotify playlist stacked up with the likes of Sky Ferreira and Lana Del Ray.

Earlier on A and I, along with E, C and V, went to the strip club to kick off the night. This was my first time at a strip joint because I just never had anyone to go with. It was somewhat of a weird experience, to say the least. First off, the bouncer was rude (not shocked), and the cash lady at the front had a little attitude but I would too, with having to deal with sleazy men all night long. The weird bartender upstairs – Marco or something like that–made a very borderline homophobic comment to me. I asked him “How do I tip the dancers”. He replied, “Oh well all of our dancers aren’t gay and everyone has their own preferences”. That didn’t even answer my question or even relate to what I asked. Club Lancaster you were not worth 20 dollars, LIKE AT ALL!

Amber seemed to have fun though considering she stayed about 2 hours longer than I did. She even got to dance on stage with the bald, bulky, wolverine-like male stripper, who was apparently “straight”. I just couldn’t completely believe it with the way he was moving his body.

I was so relieved to get out of there and on my way to Rhea’s. She has one of those cute apartments you would see in a city like New York or in some movie like The Last Days of Disco. It reminds me of a railroad apartment, but not actually a railroad apartment, and 10 times cuter. Coming up the stairs, the closer I got to the door the more I could hear the music.

As I came in, the living room was lit in violet and had this intoxicating gleam to it. It was packed when I first walked in, but I immediately clocked J with her fuzzy black hat and a black cocktail dress that hugged her body beautifully. Then after I saw L, then S, then D. That’s what I like about house parties…. you could run into so many of your IG mutuals. I had never met this one girl in person, but we have been mutuals for over a year. So, it was nice to meet her.

Sometimes in a warehouse, like 131 McCormick, you could run into so many people you know. However, there are many times where you can miss out on seeing those few people you actually wanted to see. You are in a significantly smaller space at a house party. So there are better odds of seeing who you really want to.

I saw Rhea not too long after getting there. For most of the night, I was just socializing around and not drinking much because I just didn’t feel like it. Sometimes I prefer just to pull from my pen or take a bump of some drug from a lovely comrade who offers. Ye, I’m one of those. I have never bought drugs in my life. But, I’m always offered so why would I ever have to?

A certain Toronto influencer (I won’t say names) was there and a mess as per usual. Like, I haven’t met a man more cocky than this certain individual ever in my life.

How do people let him get away with being so rude, it just doesn’t make any sense. I feel like since he is a more well-known creative, with some pull, people are scared to stand up to him. I don’t like people who act like their shit doesn’t stink like others. It's never been a quality in humans that I could tolerate. This just shows how there is an evident hierarchy in the nightlife scene in Toronto. Why do you think some people get booked more for certain things as opposed to others?

If you speak up against any of the people at the top — kiss any future bookings or gigs...

I hope a day comes when other creatives can stop babying this behaviour and hold their friends accountable. I know how I am, and I was just trying to keep my distance before I said something, but I’m also a liar because I would keep my mouth shut.

Pretty girls like myself don’t argue or fight.

Anyway, I saw the other birthday person of the night, Harry, a little later into the night. He was in this beautiful silver pleated tank (I don’t know if I’m describing it the best way) and nice dark blue, lightly bellbottomed, jeans. He ate that lookup. The music was good! Whoever’s playlist that was please send it to me. Like “Reading between the lines” by Robyn was playing.

Now that I think about it, I think it was Harry’s playlist because we talked about this song earlier. Didn’t really kiss any boys except R. I think we have been IG mutuals for a while, but I made a new account, so we weren’t following each other until recently. Nice lips R! Don’t forget the house party rules; BYOB, BYOD and my personal favourite, BYOM (bring your own man and don’t touch mine.)