8th time's the charm...

As a wild and rebellious university student, I figured it appropriate to fill my weekly quota for reckless and inebriated behavior by taking a night out with a group of friends. Much to my dismay, the night was less than enjoyable.

We approached the downtown core of the city where the main nightlife is to be found. Our first venture was to a local bar resembling someone's basement that their father had hopelessly tried to renovate right before he had kids. It was a popular hangout, which proved to be our downfall, as it was full. But we were not to be discouraged.

After a rather lengthy walk, we ended up in our favorite little pub. We found a quaint little table and were ready to bask in the lively, pocket-emptying night. But all failed when a friend of mine made a comment to the waitress, which she found weirdly offensive (believe me, it wasn't offensive at all). An akward cloud fell over the table immediately afterwards and it was decided that any potential enjoyment at this place was dashed to pieces. So off we went.

Since we're students, it goes without saying that we're cheap. Therefore, when faced with paying a cover charge we quickly dart away with our tails between our legs. So much for the third place.

Places 4 & 5 were full, which didn't come as much of a surprise. The most irritating attempt was attempt number six. We ventured over to the local '40+' hangout. As you may imagine, we were growing slightly desperate. It looked fine until we were asked to show our IDs. We didn't figure this to be a problem as we were all of legal age, and most of us got in without a snag. But when it came to myself & my friend, we were prohibited from entering because our IDs weren't issued from the Ontario government. We are both out-of-province students, carrying valid, government issued driver's licenses. But apparently these are a little too 'suspicious', so we had to be on our merry way. Again.

We decided to try one of the places that was full before, and we got in. But it apparently smelled like natural gas, so we were forced to leave. Zero for 7. We were certainly not batting well that night. Luckily, we decided to try one more place which turned out to be fine.

For a city that boasts a wonderful student-centred nightlife, we certainly seem to have missed the memo.