Urban Drinking

Friday night was awesome.  After work a bunch of us headed to our secret location for sneakytinis.  Surprise of all surprises... the patio was open - first time for the season.  I think my favourite place to drink would be on a beach somewhere warm, second fave would be on a dock at a cottage on hot sunny July day and thirdly I think the best place to drink is outside, downtown outside.

There is something about the hustle and bustle of people moving around you heading off to catch trains, strange angles of sunlight bouncing off the metallic office towers, the pavement-smell, the urban-ness of people in office-ware.  More so, I like the way have drinks after-work downtown makes me feel both very grownup and jaunty and hip at the same time.

The our secret location had these rattan couches and chairs with throw pillows, close-to-the ground glass tables, glass partitions that separated us from the tourists and 905ers.   I felt a comfortable smugness as I lounged, sipping my lychee martini, engaging in witty banter with colleagues.  Who am I kidding, I was getting rip-snorting drunk whilst talking smack!

After an hour or so of half-priced martinis served by the most patient of socially ironic hipsters, we headed over to KI for dinner.  KI is also part of the Bay St. banker social scene that we may be part of only because of the proximity of our office.  It's a bit pricey but good value for this area of the city.

We spent over 4 hours eating sushi and drinking sake, Passion cocktails and beer.  How luxurious!
When all was said and done, we weren't quite done and so we ended up at a pub for a couple of beers.

The flip side to all this fun, and believe me it was fun, is that I was pretty much comatose for all of Saturday.   Children, street sale, art class, baseball game, an escaped kitty and general family life got in the way of my recovery.  Ouch.

So alas, I swear I will never do this again.  Ya.  What evs.