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One Nightclub and Lounge -- Jan. 26, 2002
I was just planning a quiet evening at home with my
sewing machine, but Gord phoned and said his
roommates were taking him out for his birthday, which was on Thursday, so we
all got dressed up and went out to a
nightclub. We
arrived relatively early (1030) and only had to stand in line for about 5
minutes, but our friend Kent arrived about 2 hours later and the bouncers
wouldn't let him in without standing in line even though the rest of us were
already there and I went down and vouched for him that he was supposed to be
there. I had a pretty good time, and did some more dancing. They played
some songs I recognized, like that Kylie Minogue song "Can't get you out of
my head, na na na na na na..." and a bunch of hip hop gangsta stuff that I
wasn't really enthusiastic about. Anyway, we danced a
lot, it was fun. The dance floor was pretty crowded, and it's all about me
anyway, so I was going to dance on one of the subwoofers. The first time I
tried, there was another girl already on it, and then I got there at the
same time as this guy, and I was on the edge, and the way he was shaking his
bon-bon I was going to fall off, so I just got back down before I fell and
injured myself. Then the next time I tried, the same girl was on the
speaker, but the guy wasn't there, so I figured I would have more room, but
she was shaking her bon-bon too, so I gave up. Later some girls were
dancing on the bar, so I got up and danced on the bar with them, except the
only problem was the bar was so narrow you absolutely couldn't move your
feet if you didn't want to fall off backwards, and of course the more
important it is for you to keep your balance the more difficult it is...
I didn’t really drink too much, just a few swigs out of some unidentified substance in a pop bottle on the way to the club, two generic domestic beers, and a sip of Gord’s rye and rye (in contrast to the drinks at the prom, which seemed to be coke and coke). I was somewhat concerned about the second beer, because Gord bought us drinks, and I told him to just buy me whatever beer he thought was appropriate. The last time I told a guy something like that, I got a beer called Spitfire. Not really having been to too many nightclubs, I don’t really have anything else to judge the One against. It was totally not smoky, a given here in Victoria but definitely a bonus compared to Calgary. I got the surly bouncer experience, but was none the worse for it myself because, unlike some people, I arrived at a reasonable time. A couple of guys shoved me, once when I was dancing on the subwoofer and once when I was just standing there minding my own business - I was pretty mad about that because he really didn’t need to shove me, there was plenty of room for him to walk around behind me, and I would have given him a piece of my mind if I thought he had a reasonable chance of hearing what I had to say to him. The club was nice and spacious, with some tables, a dance floor, two bars, a pool table, and a coat check, and I thought the décor was pretty nice (kinda nondescript, but not at all tacky). I had a lot of fun, and I would probably go back, especially if they had a retro night.
The One gets four pints, but they are all pints that I drank before I got there, because $4.50 for domestic in a bottle and $5.50 for Mike’s Hard Lemonade is a bit steep, especially after the $6 cover charge.
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