saturday may 24

today i went to zanzibar for a friend's bachelor party. while i would've preferred to remain a wallflower for the night, i was predictably approached every five minutes or so by a different dancer trying to whisk me off to a private room (in this respect, the club's motto of "the girls never stop" is very apropos). most of the time i felt a bit sheepish about shooing them away, but there was one who seemed a little too eager to endear herself to my american friends, talking about how much toronto and its weather sucks, as if it's that much different from chicago's (where they're from). didn't feel too bad about telling her "i'm good" -- toronto's great and it was 25 and sunny today, girl, get your head right.