And Blacks STILL Can't Get Through the Door

went for drinks with alex last night. or was supposed to. i got all fancied up, looking my best, so we could go to whyte and meet up with his friend, kelly, who is leaving today for the north. we go to the purple onion and i can't get in. see, i went to the registry on tuesday of last week to get my Q endorsment put on my lisence. until i get my new one in the mail i am left with a piece of paper to serve as my lisence which has no photo on it. the lady at the registry tells me that at most places this will not be a problem so long as i have my birth certificate and some other piece of photo id that has my photo and name on it. i have no passport but i have photo id from u of a and photo id from nait. we get to the door and i hand the guy all my stuff proving that i am me and he says, "hmmm... should i be nice kyle or mean kyle tonight?" and gives me this oh-so-creepy grin. alex chimes in and says, "she doesn't have a passport and she's waiting for her new lisence." "mean kyle" starts on about how he knows "how the temporaries work and that i should have went to get canadian id to serve me in the mean time because it says when i get the temp that i may have an issue getting into some establishments and that i should be prepared to offer alternate government issued photo id." what, did this guy study or something? alex says that i'm not going to pay $50 for new id while i wait for a new lisence and that to get alternate id would take a week anyhow so either way i'd be out of luck. mean kyle power trips and says, "that decides it, you're not coming in." asshole! i'm so sick of the bar scene! if it's not some idiot inside it's the shit fligging monkeys running the door!

alex calls kelly and they all leave and we decide to go elsewhere. we mosey down whyte and end up waiting in line at the thirsty turtle. some new pretenscious "we are great, look how big our line up to get in is" place. we wait in line for half an hour. 3 black guys, gabrielle, juan, and pete, from the dominican befriend us in line. i'm thinking they must have a hard time getting into places being that they are black as night and dress in the mtv gangster way and are so eager to makes friends with us. i'm thinkig, that's so stupid and that surely they have nothing to worry about. nope, my faith in humanity is wrong yet again. we get to the door, and there are 12 in our party wanting in including our new buds. the guy at the door is a prick. you can tell he doesn't want to let 3 black potential trouble makers in. i can you though, that kelly is an ass when drinking and he'd be more trouble on his own. bouncer lets about 50 people out and then lets 15 people in ahead of us who were behind us in line. something's up. then he lets kelly and some of the girls in, but not alex, me, some guy and the 3 dominicans. pete gets to the bouncer and shows his id and passport. the bouncer says, "this isn't going to do. do you have a health care card? social insurance? how do i know this is you?" well dickhead, the pictures match, the name matches. the bouncer says, "this could be any black guy!" whooooooooaaaaaa! i'm so surprised pete didn't snap. i'm so surprised they still even wanted to get in. i would have left. i wanted to leave anyhow but seeing as how we were there for chewey's (kelly) farewell, we waited. dominicans got in and then it was just alex and i waiting there. ok. great. people kept leaving but they weren't letting anyone in! he said they were over capacity. by that much? definate monkeys working the door that they could have 30 people then leave and still be over capacitiy. fools. learn to count.

now it's been 40 minutes. i'm freezing. and i've spent all night not being cool enough, or whatever, to get into a lame bar and spend my money. standing there, i finally turn to the guy behind me that i've been looking at, trying to figure out how i know him. he's tall, broad, very built, strong jaw, blue eyes, cut build, tan skinned, blond surfer hair and i saw, "are you from sherwood park? you look so familar." he says, "well, i used to live there." i saw, "you went to sal?" he says, "ya.... what's your name?" i say, "michelle dixon." and he just starts laughing! he says, "ya i know you! i used to be friends with your brother." and i still can't place him..... it was VINCENT! skinny, geeky, tall, glasses, snotty, straight side part, slicked down hair VINCENT! holy shit! i was so surprised that i just started to laugh! we talked for a bit and i still can't believe it. geeky vincent got hot. how odd. i introduced him to alex and we all kept talking before alex and i decided to leave.

stupid thirsty turtle. i'm just not THAT thristy.