23 March, 2006 (Thursday) 80s Night
Last night was Raakel's 80's night party. I wasn't planning on attending, until Emily turned up at my doorstep and insisted that I should get dressed and attend.
A party at Raakel's
Well, I was going to have a quiet night in on Wednesday and everything was going to plan - I'd had a post-ski nap, the chicken thai green curry was shaping up nicely and I'd managed to scoff down a dessert of ice cream and oreos. But despite best intentions, at 11:00pm I still found myself lined outside Raakel's in the midst of a retro 80's malange of painfully flouro ski wear and leopard skin leotards.
I blame it on Emily, of course. She swanned into our apartment just as I was about to get settled for the evening, all glam 80s; a crazy bandana, brown top and tights. It was "Benny, aren't you coming out?" "Benny, come on - it will be fun." "Benny, just pop in for half an hour, I haven't seen you all week!". So of course, being the social butterfly that I am, I capitulated. (Picture: Mike, Emily, John & Lauren)
In the line
So anyway, it was 11:00pm going on 11:30pm and I was standing in this line at Raakel's. It was crowded and it was rowdy. The bouncer was sniffing an awful lot, and so far off his face that all you could see was pupil. Nevertheless he was blocking the doorway pretty convincingly and there was at least 20 of us shiverring outside waiting to get in - unheard of at Raakel's mid-week. Inside it didn't look so crowded at all. A few bodies around the bar and people popping in and out the main door to hit the bathrooms. More than a few skipped the line by dropping down the stairs to the washrooms and then walking back up and straight in. I was too close to the front to manage it, although Emily somehow managed to charm her way past. Typical. Double standards.
Aftter half an hour's waiting the bouncer took pity and let a few of us through. Inside it was busy, but not as crowded as I'd seen it previously. The dance floor was happening though, and the smoking room looked packed out. Lots of familiar faces, majority staff - Lauren (Westridge) was there with her ski patroller (Charles), Jess and Emma (the twins), Lauren (housekeeping), Carla (tickets), Carla (retail), Precious (the one and only) and then there was Ash and Stewart (from Services @ Big White). Soon after I got in Chris and Mike / John (the other twins) appeared too.
Like Grease
Lauren and Precious won touques (beanies) for their dancing.
Precious was looking like she was having a great time (she confided in me "I thought I was Olivia Newton John on the dance floor. I was dancing like I'd never danced before!"), while Lauren announced that she'd decided on her post-season plans and that, like it or not, she was coming along with me road-tripping. Bonus! Talking to Sean (night audit), it seems as though he might be headed in similar directions. The end of season travels are starting to shape up! (Picture: Tickets represented - Carla, Precious, Me)
1am rolled along too soon, so I walked the cold way home along the icey path.
A party at Raakel's
Well, I was going to have a quiet night in on Wednesday and everything was going to plan - I'd had a post-ski nap, the chicken thai green curry was shaping up nicely and I'd managed to scoff down a dessert of ice cream and oreos. But despite best intentions, at 11:00pm I still found myself lined outside Raakel's in the midst of a retro 80's malange of painfully flouro ski wear and leopard skin leotards.
I blame it on Emily, of course. She swanned into our apartment just as I was about to get settled for the evening, all glam 80s; a crazy bandana, brown top and tights. It was "Benny, aren't you coming out?" "Benny, come on - it will be fun." "Benny, just pop in for half an hour, I haven't seen you all week!". So of course, being the social butterfly that I am, I capitulated. (Picture: Mike, Emily, John & Lauren)
In the line
So anyway, it was 11:00pm going on 11:30pm and I was standing in this line at Raakel's. It was crowded and it was rowdy. The bouncer was sniffing an awful lot, and so far off his face that all you could see was pupil. Nevertheless he was blocking the doorway pretty convincingly and there was at least 20 of us shiverring outside waiting to get in - unheard of at Raakel's mid-week. Inside it didn't look so crowded at all. A few bodies around the bar and people popping in and out the main door to hit the bathrooms. More than a few skipped the line by dropping down the stairs to the washrooms and then walking back up and straight in. I was too close to the front to manage it, although Emily somehow managed to charm her way past. Typical. Double standards.
Aftter half an hour's waiting the bouncer took pity and let a few of us through. Inside it was busy, but not as crowded as I'd seen it previously. The dance floor was happening though, and the smoking room looked packed out. Lots of familiar faces, majority staff - Lauren (Westridge) was there with her ski patroller (Charles), Jess and Emma (the twins), Lauren (housekeeping), Carla (tickets), Carla (retail), Precious (the one and only) and then there was Ash and Stewart (from Services @ Big White). Soon after I got in Chris and Mike / John (the other twins) appeared too.
Like Grease
Lauren and Precious won touques (beanies) for their dancing.
Precious was looking like she was having a great time (she confided in me "I thought I was Olivia Newton John on the dance floor. I was dancing like I'd never danced before!"), while Lauren announced that she'd decided on her post-season plans and that, like it or not, she was coming along with me road-tripping. Bonus! Talking to Sean (night audit), it seems as though he might be headed in similar directions. The end of season travels are starting to shape up! (Picture: Tickets represented - Carla, Precious, Me)1am rolled along too soon, so I walked the cold way home along the icey path.
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