My loyal readers know how much I hate the suburbs. This weekend, I had to go to a birthday party at the Jukebox Live in Pickering, Ontario. It’s about 30 minutes from where I live, when there is no traffic. It was quite a night.

I met a friend at her place before heading over. We got there just after 10pm…of course there was no lineup, so we were able to walk right in. We just about got kicked out 5 seconds later because we walked passed the coat check. Mandatory coat check and dress code in effect. Fine. I reluctantly paid the $2 to have my coat checked and walked into the bar. The bar was half full. We were the youngest there by approximately 20 years. There were the typical cougars all over the place (40+ years old, tight clothes, skirts too short, bleached blonde hair, plastic surgery somewhere), but there were also a lot of regular older people…like ladies who let their hair turn gray. I don’t know…there’s something just a little off about being a bar where they play Rhianna and you’re sitting next to someone who probably has a pacemaker.

So we find our reserved table in the VIP area and we are the first of our party to arrive. We end up sitting next to the band. Within seconds of us grabbing our seats, two of the band members jump up to take positions immediately in front of us, and stared at us for a good 5 minutes. When we didn’t reciprocate the stare, they backed off…and we were free to enjoy the lovely power point presentation they had going on, promoting the New Years Indian-themed party.

The band got up at around 10:30 to do their first set. The singer announced that it was his 50th birthday. If I ever marry a man who wants to wear silver sparkle pants and a leather vest over a bare chest at the age of 50, shoot me.  Their age did not prevent them from attempting to cover Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back” and the Baha Men’s “Who Let the Dogs Out”. It was entertaining that’s for sure.

Other noteworthy things: the waitresses were dressed in low-hanging, lose-fitting shirts, regardless of their body type; other patrons were wearing glow-bracelets and/or leis; and at one point, on of the seniors took out her paper fan…you know, they type tourists buy when they hit China town. I wont even comment on the rest of the patrons attire, though I’m sure stores like XOXO make a killing off them.

I did have a good time, just because of the awesome people I was with. And I wont admit that it was my second trip to the Jukebox Live.

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