[NON BLOG] Four Social Events
May. 10th, 2004 02:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldLast night was exceptionally busy for me, socially. Chance events converged to draw me here and there across downtown Kingston. 'Twas fun, as I hope to demonstrate below.
I was surprised when I got the invitation to go to Hoppin' Eddy's from some of my schoolfriends. I wasn't expecting the invitation, and I almost turned it down until I found out that it was to celebrate the impending marriage of one fellow student in the graduate English program, K., and to bid him goodbye since he'd be commuting from the other side of Toronto in the Golden Horseshoe. So, I showed up at 6:30 and stayed until 9 o'clock.
I had a good time at Hoppin' Eddy's. Owing to conflicting schedules, I hadn't seen K. for a while, which was a pity since he's a good guy who also has interesting research interests. Seeing other people from the program was an added bonus. I enjoyed a nice braised lamb with mashed potatoes and corn on the cob, along with 3 beers from Creemore; I've since heard Hoppin' Eddy's has a mixed reputation, but I was happy enough with its food.
I was amused to recognize pictures by Pierre et Gilles on the wall opposite me, and still more amused to be told by the waiter that the owners had no idea where the photos came from. (Blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
talktooloose for owning this book.)
- "How Soon Is Now?" by the Smiths, 1985
This post marks the second time in as many months that I've cited these lyrics. This says a lot about me, I think: My musical tastes, my clubbing tastes, my underlying psychological issues (sexual orientation, sexuality, socialization). What I'm particularly thinking of, though, is how I really dislike gay clubs. In my limited experience, in fact, I've found straight clubs more congenial--I like the music and the people rather more, at least in my limited experience. (Yes, I know I've issues.)
Inasmuch as gay clubs have a reputation has being the preeminent location for same-sex socialization, this is a problem for me. Fortunately, someone on the Queer mailing list at Queen's mentioned that he was setting up a GLBT-oriented dinner club, and under an inoccuous name time was booked at the Grizzly Grill, conveniently (as it turned out) just one door down from Hoppin' Eddy.
I came in late, so I missed the meal and merely stayed for a drink. It was a good drink, though, and interesting people. I'll have to do it again.
Walking back down to the JDUC and the Graduate Residence from from Princess Street, I came down to Earl Street. I wasn't drunk, I think; or, at least, I wasn't so drunk as to be incapable of rational thought. I did know that a friend of mine from dorm lived on a street intersecting my route, and I knew his address. Certainly, the fact that it was a Friday night suggested that there could be a party going on.
As it happened, there was. An E-mail had apparently circulated among my peers from West Campus, but it never reached me. Nonetheless, the beer and conversation flowed nicely until I left at a quarter after one.
Saturday night, I got together with many of the people from Hoppin' Eddy's. To celebrate a couple of birthdays, we went down to Windmills Café. I ordered their brie and bruschetta along with their soup of the day, a potato-leek number. As always, it (the food, the company)was good.
We didn't make it to the Beer Store, so we retreated to one of our number's apartments, drank nice mint-flavoured alcoholic drinks, and watched sketches from the DVD release of the first season of Kids in the Hall. "Fuck the bank!" Thence to The Toucan.
I may be socializing a bit too much, but so long as I keep things under relative control I should be fine, I'd think.
* * *
I was surprised when I got the invitation to go to Hoppin' Eddy's from some of my schoolfriends. I wasn't expecting the invitation, and I almost turned it down until I found out that it was to celebrate the impending marriage of one fellow student in the graduate English program, K., and to bid him goodbye since he'd be commuting from the other side of Toronto in the Golden Horseshoe. So, I showed up at 6:30 and stayed until 9 o'clock.
I had a good time at Hoppin' Eddy's. Owing to conflicting schedules, I hadn't seen K. for a while, which was a pity since he's a good guy who also has interesting research interests. Seeing other people from the program was an added bonus. I enjoyed a nice braised lamb with mashed potatoes and corn on the cob, along with 3 beers from Creemore; I've since heard Hoppin' Eddy's has a mixed reputation, but I was happy enough with its food.
I was amused to recognize pictures by Pierre et Gilles on the wall opposite me, and still more amused to be told by the waiter that the owners had no idea where the photos came from. (Blame
talktooloose for owning this book.) * * *
There's a club if you'd like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die
- "How Soon Is Now?" by the Smiths, 1985
This post marks the second time in as many months that I've cited these lyrics. This says a lot about me, I think: My musical tastes, my clubbing tastes, my underlying psychological issues (sexual orientation, sexuality, socialization). What I'm particularly thinking of, though, is how I really dislike gay clubs. In my limited experience, in fact, I've found straight clubs more congenial--I like the music and the people rather more, at least in my limited experience. (Yes, I know I've issues.)
Inasmuch as gay clubs have a reputation has being the preeminent location for same-sex socialization, this is a problem for me. Fortunately, someone on the Queer mailing list at Queen's mentioned that he was setting up a GLBT-oriented dinner club, and under an inoccuous name time was booked at the Grizzly Grill, conveniently (as it turned out) just one door down from Hoppin' Eddy.
I came in late, so I missed the meal and merely stayed for a drink. It was a good drink, though, and interesting people. I'll have to do it again.
* * *
Walking back down to the JDUC and the Graduate Residence from from Princess Street, I came down to Earl Street. I wasn't drunk, I think; or, at least, I wasn't so drunk as to be incapable of rational thought. I did know that a friend of mine from dorm lived on a street intersecting my route, and I knew his address. Certainly, the fact that it was a Friday night suggested that there could be a party going on.
As it happened, there was. An E-mail had apparently circulated among my peers from West Campus, but it never reached me. Nonetheless, the beer and conversation flowed nicely until I left at a quarter after one.
* * *
Saturday night, I got together with many of the people from Hoppin' Eddy's. To celebrate a couple of birthdays, we went down to Windmills Café. I ordered their brie and bruschetta along with their soup of the day, a potato-leek number. As always, it (the food, the company)was good.
We didn't make it to the Beer Store, so we retreated to one of our number's apartments, drank nice mint-flavoured alcoholic drinks, and watched sketches from the DVD release of the first season of Kids in the Hall. "Fuck the bank!" Thence to The Toucan.
* * *
I may be socializing a bit too much, but so long as I keep things under relative control I should be fine, I'd think.
