three girls + three restaurants + karaoke = video on youtube?

Sunday

This afternoon C and I met up to head to Toronto because we both have lunch dates on Monday afternoon, her with a friend from school and me with an old friend to catch up. We decided to head up early and hang out at her place so we finally got ready and left her parent's house in Hamilton around 5:00pm. The skyway was closed so after a ridiculous amount of time stuck in a traffic jam, we finally got to Burlington's GO station to get dropped off. There, we caught our train, got to Toronto, and met up with J, a friend of C's from school. This was where our adventure really began.

It was about quarter after seven when we met up with J at a cute little 24 hour cafe. We climbed three sets up stairs and finally got to the top, where we ensconced ourselves in a little corner at the back. It was quaint, intimate, and actually a really good place to hang out. I adored it. There, we spent about 4 hours sitting, chatting, laughing, and just having a good time. Many tables filled and emptied in the time that we were there and we didn't notice at all. The conversation followed a familiar theme of dating, men, sex, food, men, and dating. That was soon the trend in our conversation all night. Lots of girl talk surrounding the issue of men and dating interspersed with commentary about recipes and good restaurants. That's my kind of night.

Walking out of the bistro at around 11:00pm, we decided that we weren't quite ready to go home yet and were in fact a little famished. During the conversation at one point, someone had mentioned a craving for fish and/or duck so we headed to Chinatown where restaurants would still be open, even on a Sunday night. We actually found a great little restaurant and ordered congee, rice, bbq duck, and an egg dish with assorted veggies. It was quite good. The sad part of this was that we cleared the dishes after spending 4 hours sitting in the previous restaurant eating sandwiches with coffee and martinis, followed by a sinfully delicious slice of cheesecake. I'm not quite sure what to label these as because it sure wasn't dinner or lunch. I would say it was multiple feeding sessions. Yeah, that's it.

We left the restaurant around 1:30am, after just missing our last bus, since we had to head uptown to get to C's place, so we decided to take a streetcar to catch another 24 hour bus instead. Except, we all heard Backstreet Boys playing somewhere and started to sing along. That led to the bright idea that we should do Karaoke. At 2:00am. On a Sunday. So we headed back across the street to a karaoke bar in the next building. And we sang, danced, and laughed for the hour. Someone had the bright idea that we should take off our shoes and dance on the couches (we were in a private room) and so we did. We laughed and danced so hard that we were all sweating buckets! During a passable rendition of one of Britney's pre-breakdown pop hits, we noticed that there was a group of guys standing outside our door. With their cellphones out. Using the camera function. They were video-taping us! At this point, we all made the connection at the same time and fell to the couches laughing. The guys continued to videotape us for a while before they realized that they weren't going to get anything good so they opened the door and invited us to their room. We were still in hysterics but declined. I wonder if it'll be on youtube. Hmmm...

At around 3:00am, our time ran out and we had to leave the karaoke bar so we headed back to the streetcar. Only to realize that the last one just passed us and that it wasn't a 24 hour line so we ended up walking up Dundas to Yonge from Chinatown. Along the way, we got hungry/thirsty again and wanted smoothies so we ended up at another 24 hour restaurant. At this point, it must have been our third stop for food and only for food.

We sat down, still chatting about men and sex, and just relaxed after a hard session of karaoke. While still at the restaurant, which was surprisingly full at 4:00am, the big group of guys behind our booth started to hit on J. And the rest of us. With such eloquent lines such as, "He's really got yellow fever," and, "It's great. Once you have it then it's it for you." Wonderful pick-up lines. I wonder if they've ever worked. We brushed them off and just continued with our night. At this point, we figured it would be silly to try to bus it home and just waited for the subway to open at 6:00am.

And so, we parted ways with J around 6:10am and headed back to C's place in North York. It's been a hell of a night and it's funny to see so many people starting their days while we have just finished our's. Especially since I think that I'm still a tad famished. Okay, fine. I'm hungry again.