Ok, I’m going to tell you about my night. Not because this is a personal diary or anything (actually it is), but because it was pretty surreal.
It started pretty normally, I went to my first meeting with the guys from metafilter, we had some general chit chat, nothing exciting. One of the Mefites brought a friend that was completely lost during our discussions of server protocol, posting regulations and other web geek crap. He wasn’t hip on the MeFi vibe and didn’t know what to make of the conversation. A couple of nice girls and a man who just identified himself as a lurker, came by to chat. We wouldn’t let the lurker post anthing till he paid $5 though. There was another guy there that invited me to a club he was going to just around the corner, apparently he knew a promoter there and I could get in without any hassle.
He was right, I got in no problem, the club was called the System Soundbar (now closed). They were celebrating the final night of their Saturday Bang Party. So 3 beers, 1 hour of bass pounding house music, 12 glaring red neon lights in 1 white room filled with 100 trendsetters and I found my self getting pretty bored. My friend had left and I left a few minutes later. This was a pretty uneventful night so far. Nothing exciting or out of the ordinary.
When I dropped my drunk carcass out on to Queen Street, I was ready to head home when suddenly I found myself surrounded by 30 drunk people dressed in Santa suits.
“What’s going on?”
“We’re from Ontario Burning Man (They organize trips to Burning Man every year), This is Santarchy. Ask that girl for an extra hat.”
A cute young girl in candy cane stripped stockings and rose coloured cheeks reached into a sack full of red hats and ceremoniously slapped one on my head. I was now an official Santarchist.
A huge group of roaming drunk men and women dressed as Santa, elves, reindeer and grinches, were screaming Christmas carols and giving away candy canes to the people they passed. We only called ourselves Santa, and a few of us drank from old cleaning product bottles filled with booze. I was a part of this mob and was happy to follow who ever was in charge.
Our first stop was a strip club. It’s an odd site to see 30 people Ho Ho Hoing their way into a strip club unannounced. The regulars there looked a bit puzzled as all the red suits piled in and sat on the tables around them.
The novelty of 30 drunk santas in a strip club wore thin pretty quickly. We picked up our dignity and moved on to the next club.
Next stop: Another dance house dance club. This one seemed a lot less pretentious than the one I was in earlier. The group was there for about 40 minutes. I was on the dance floor, having a great time. A few of the santas got up to some shenanigans in the bathroom, which turned into a nice place to go for a snog.
The night wound down and after visiting the Bovine, and a restaurant, I headed home only to join the tail end of my neighbors party, singing Spanish ragge songs and playing the bongo till 6am.
I kept the hat.