Jeans allowed, sequins encouraged, sparkles required!

One bride-to-be, eight friends, nine strings of mardi gras beads, and one surprise limousine.

Mmmhmm.

First stop: Everest. The drive down to the restaurant was awesome. Whenever I see a limo on the road, I always wonder who might be inside. This time, we were the ones people were wondering about! We even had one girl wave at us and then grab her boob... it's hard to say what she thought she was looking at through our tinted windows. The food at the restaurant was decent, despite the fact that we waited a long time for it, and that our flirty waiter wore a weird belt with a huge silver skull-shaped buckle.

We finished dinner, then headed off to our next stop: the Century Room. The walk over to the club was eventful - there was a girl completely passed out on the corner of Queen and John, laying flat on her back, foaming at the mouth. People were standing around and watching, while her friend stood there looking pissed off. Our entourage included two nurses, so they stopped to see if they could help. Fortunately, someone had already called 911 and a fire truck pulled up. It seemed as though someone had slipped something into the poor girl's drink.

We had a VIP booth with bottle service reserved at the Century Room. This place was unlike any other club I've ever been to. You're actually not allowed to sit down unless you've reserved a booth. Being as "swanky" as it was, there was an interesting crowd of people there - a slightly older crowd than your usual Toronto Clubland frequent fliers, and a lot of men who were dressed as though they wanted to be members of The Killers. It was interesting to push through a whole crowd of them as I made my way to the bathroom.


The music wasn't too great until two guys showed up - one with a djembe, and one with a tenor sax. They were obviously hired by the club, and started jamming to the tracks the DJ was spinning. It sounded awesome. Once they were done, we danced to some hip-hop until it was time to head back to the limo.

After a street meat and McDonald's pit stop, we were back at the house. A perfect end to a perfect night - everyone climbed into their own comfy bed and slept like babies.

Cheers, ladies!