Vancouver Clubs

Posted by Vanessa July 4, 2009

A while back, I went out with some of the gals for dinner and general drunken debauchery. The night started out at Trattoria on 4th. Since it's part of the Glowbal group, I had high expectations for dinner and they did not go unmet. What I was not counting on, was a very entertaining, and perhaps charming in his younger days, retiree walking around the waiting area, handing everyone red roses. Everyone that is, except me. There were three of us waiting, and he sauntered up to us and explained he only had 2 roses to give away, so we had to pick a number between 1 and 10...and I picked the wrong number. It seems guessing the right number is just as important as timing when it comes to being given flowers.

After dinner we headed over to...wait for it....Glowbal. Original, I know. It was it's usual crowded self, as we made our way to After Glow. Rumours were spreading that Chris Martin was to make an appearance and after having walked by Willie Mitchell from the Canucks, we figured why not wait and see if he shows. Very quickly, the waiting became painful, as it was over crowded and there were no cute boys around to provide eye candy. We decided to ditch and head over to Pop Opera. As we were getting our drinks, a gentleman named Tyron walked up to me and started chatting. He was short, the token black guy in the club, wearing a newsy cap and a gold tooth. Thankfully he had his shirt buttoned up but I suspected there was more bling to go along with the gold tooth. Being the lucky gal I am, I politely excused myself and turned back to the girls. Shortly after, I was standing off to the side giving my feet a rest, when Rico Suave moseyed over and gave me the Joey "How you doing?" move. Unable to concentrate due to his overpowering cologne that had started to give me a headache, I basically started to ignore him until he went away. Unfortunately, Tyron, noticing I was alone, swung by for a repeat performance. Finally one of the girls came to rescue me, only to find Rico Suave and his friend hovering around us. After finally getting the message through to Rico & friend that - no, I don't want to hug you, and - no, I don't want you to touch my hair or face, they finally left.

Though it was still a great night as we ended it at the 5,000 sq ft loft of the owner of Salt, who is 41yrs old and retired, it definitely reminded me that there are just too many douchebags at clubs and I should just stick to the pubs where douchebags are easier to avoid.

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