Sunday, March 04, 2007
I had something to do on both Friday AND Saturday evenings this weekend. You could almost say I'm developing a social life!
Last night I went to go see Music and Lyrics with another articling student in town. This particular articling student is from Toronto, and has never actually spent the weekend in Sudbury before because she goes home EVERY WEEKEND. Since JULY. Craziness! (Understandable craziness, but craziness nonetheless.) She didn't go down this weekend because they had some crazy weather in Toronto (I'm assuming they called in the army), so we went to this movie. It was kinda meh, and my expectations were not exactly high to begin with. And is Hugh Grant having work done, or is it just me? His face looks a little Mary Tyler Moore.
At least I got to see the other movie theatre in town (not to be confused with the World's Saddest Cinema (tm), in the World's Saddest Mall (tm); the cinema is only sad by association, really, but it is a soul-sucking black hole of an association), and now I know I never want to go back there again. Holy screaming hordes of people, Batman!
Friday night I went out for a delicious dinner with a bunch of articling students in town, followed by drinks at one of their firms (this firm apparently provides FREE ALCOHOL in an actual BEER FRIDGE in their lounge...this government work is for suckaz, yo!), followed by MORE drinks at a bar in town followed by GETTING KICKED OUT OF SAID BAR.
It was a proud, proud night for the future legal professionals of Sudbury.
The getting kicked out thing was very dumb. It was 2:10 a.m., and apparently last call here is 2, so there were a few people at our table finishing drinks. The bouncer comes by and tells us to hurry up, because all alcohol has to be consumed by 2:30. Then he came by again approximately 30 seconds later to stress the hurrying, and one of the guys in our group said something snarky. I'm not suggesting he was blameless in the situation; getting snarky with the bouncer is dumb. D-U-M-B dumb. Predictably, the bouncers overreact - to the point of grabbing him and removing the glass of beer from his hand; other people start protesting about what the bouncers can and cannot legally do; Bridget (My Only Friend in Sudbury (tm)) puts the (empty) pitcher under her shirt and starts singing "We Will Overcome"; and I sit there with my fingers in my ears going "la la la I can't hear you" (metaphorically) and avoiding the whole scene.
Shortly thereafter, we were told on no uncertain terms to get our asses out of their bar.
If the story ended there, it would pretty much be a funny anecdote and a bonding experience. Unfortunately, as we were leaving the bar, staff and the few remaining patrons began making comments about people who are not from Sudbury, who are "darker than a tan", and how they should just go back to where they came from, etc. etc. Because nothing defuses a tense situation like a little belligerent racism thrown in the mix. I actually did try to speak up here - I believe I threw out an ineffectual little "hey, now, that's hardly called for" - and got yelled at and a hand in my face for my efforts.
Possibly the most hilarious (and by "hilarious" I mean the kind of hilarious where you laugh to keep from screaming and tearing your hair out and beating people) part of the entire thing is that the guy? Who made the asshole comment and basically provoked the entire scenario? Yeah, he was a) the only white guy in our group, and b) the only member of our group from the Sudbury area.
The cherry on the whipped cream of our evening occurred shortly after our eviction from the bar, as we were standing on a street corner saying good-bye. A truck drove by, and the occupants of said truck slowed down, looked at us - four women, three men, standing in a circle talking - and starting yelling homophobic comments, then sped away.
I mean, COME ON people; if you're going to be a bigot, be a LOGICAL bigot for god's sake!
Last night I went to go see Music and Lyrics with another articling student in town. This particular articling student is from Toronto, and has never actually spent the weekend in Sudbury before because she goes home EVERY WEEKEND. Since JULY. Craziness! (Understandable craziness, but craziness nonetheless.) She didn't go down this weekend because they had some crazy weather in Toronto (I'm assuming they called in the army), so we went to this movie. It was kinda meh, and my expectations were not exactly high to begin with. And is Hugh Grant having work done, or is it just me? His face looks a little Mary Tyler Moore.
At least I got to see the other movie theatre in town (not to be confused with the World's Saddest Cinema (tm), in the World's Saddest Mall (tm); the cinema is only sad by association, really, but it is a soul-sucking black hole of an association), and now I know I never want to go back there again. Holy screaming hordes of people, Batman!
Friday night I went out for a delicious dinner with a bunch of articling students in town, followed by drinks at one of their firms (this firm apparently provides FREE ALCOHOL in an actual BEER FRIDGE in their lounge...this government work is for suckaz, yo!), followed by MORE drinks at a bar in town followed by GETTING KICKED OUT OF SAID BAR.
It was a proud, proud night for the future legal professionals of Sudbury.
The getting kicked out thing was very dumb. It was 2:10 a.m., and apparently last call here is 2, so there were a few people at our table finishing drinks. The bouncer comes by and tells us to hurry up, because all alcohol has to be consumed by 2:30. Then he came by again approximately 30 seconds later to stress the hurrying, and one of the guys in our group said something snarky. I'm not suggesting he was blameless in the situation; getting snarky with the bouncer is dumb. D-U-M-B dumb. Predictably, the bouncers overreact - to the point of grabbing him and removing the glass of beer from his hand; other people start protesting about what the bouncers can and cannot legally do; Bridget (My Only Friend in Sudbury (tm)) puts the (empty) pitcher under her shirt and starts singing "We Will Overcome"; and I sit there with my fingers in my ears going "la la la I can't hear you" (metaphorically) and avoiding the whole scene.
Shortly thereafter, we were told on no uncertain terms to get our asses out of their bar.
If the story ended there, it would pretty much be a funny anecdote and a bonding experience. Unfortunately, as we were leaving the bar, staff and the few remaining patrons began making comments about people who are not from Sudbury, who are "darker than a tan", and how they should just go back to where they came from, etc. etc. Because nothing defuses a tense situation like a little belligerent racism thrown in the mix. I actually did try to speak up here - I believe I threw out an ineffectual little "hey, now, that's hardly called for" - and got yelled at and a hand in my face for my efforts.
Possibly the most hilarious (and by "hilarious" I mean the kind of hilarious where you laugh to keep from screaming and tearing your hair out and beating people) part of the entire thing is that the guy? Who made the asshole comment and basically provoked the entire scenario? Yeah, he was a) the only white guy in our group, and b) the only member of our group from the Sudbury area.
The cherry on the whipped cream of our evening occurred shortly after our eviction from the bar, as we were standing on a street corner saying good-bye. A truck drove by, and the occupants of said truck slowed down, looked at us - four women, three men, standing in a circle talking - and starting yelling homophobic comments, then sped away.
I mean, COME ON people; if you're going to be a bigot, be a LOGICAL bigot for god's sake!
2 Comments:
I'm moving to Sudbury tomorrow. It sounds like a fine place.
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7:58 p.m.
Sounds like St Louis - the perfect ghettoway!
