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Cab driver took one look at me and said, “guess you’re hoping for a better year, eh?”
And then he said his mother had the “psychic gift” and that he could “tell things.”
Feeling a little scared and vulnerable.
Hate cab driver.
Think he smells like weird soup.
Maybe some “chunky” variety.
Sirloin burger, perhaps.
Taking shitty route while he tries to get me to pay for a psychic reading.
Might be late for party.
Have you ever heard of anything so stupid? A psychic reading by your cab driver?
Feeling very happy I brought my flask out tonight.
How is the party?
Excellent.
Please save a bottle of wine for me!
Driver just said I need to live in a dry climate and should avoid olives.
No, not a clue why he thinks that.
Just hide the bottle in the bathtub. Put a blanket over it.
Okay, I’ll ask him.
He says it will be five bucks.
Bartering to give him lotto ticket instead.
Says I have an allergic aura.
Have you hid the wine?
Just do it!
That’s one of your resolutions, right? Do things!
So, just do it!
Jesus wouldn’t care.
Not stealing, redistribution.
Free market still at play, but regulated!
Am now asking driver what colour allergic aura is.
Says it doesn’t work like that.
I am drunk, yes.
At the address right now.
Driver just asked if I was on the pipe.
Crack pipe.
Because of my teeth.
Fucker.
Giving him expired lotto ticket for his psychic advice.
Yeah!
That bang you heard was me slamming the cab door!
See you soon, love you!
(there is a two hour time period where no text messages were sent)
HAPPAAY 20312 EVERYBODY!!!!
FUCK THE MAYA1!
HIGH HEELS VERY HARD TO DANSS IN.
FUCK11!
SPACE BROWNIES AWESOME
WHERE R UDUDE?
RACHYLLE AND I R AT PARTY
COME ON!
THEREES FUCING DRY ICE ANDHID 2 BOTTLES OF WINE IN OVEN!
This is Rachelle.
Michael is really, really drunk.
Yeah, like in a bad movie.
He’s very sweaty and I think he’s going to be sick.
We’re going to have to leave soon, so if you come, we’ll likely be gone.
DOING IT FUCKEN GAHGHNAMAHA SYTLE!!!!
CANT EAT OLIVES IN NEW YEAR.
BUMMER.
IT SUCKS UP MY AURA OR SOMETHING.
It’s Rachelle again.
We have to go.
He’s showing his scars to a couple.
He just asked them if they were foreign.
JUSS MET SOME CRAZY BRAZILIIAAAANIAS!
ONE WAS BALCK AND THE OTHER WHITE!
FREAK OUT!
It’s Rachelle again.
We’re in the cab home now.
Yes, he was just sick out the window.
Words can’t describe.
I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ll be able to make brunch tomorrow.
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It always seemed a little bit like New Year’s Eve to me. I’d feel all sorts of pressure to have a great time, make fancy plans, and then at the end of it all, feel as if I’d been at the wrong place all night, and then bitter and depleted, would end up walking home.
The sheer volume of people who attend Nuit Blanche disassembles whatever plans I had, and inevitably I’d spend most of my time texting lost friends.
Yr @ Dufferin Grove??
U said Dundas, did’t u??
The commissioned works that have the most promise always have endless, Disneyesque lineups that stretch 90 minutes into the future and the ambient art that serves as the connective tissue between the major installations has a souvenir stand feeling to it. In short, it gives me the sense that I just participated in some weird variation of spring break.
And so this year Rachelle and I felt little remorse about skipping the event. Instead, I participated via social media, opening up my Twitter feed to all the glory that was Nuit Blanche:
E-gene
Get ready for a stupid flood of poor-lit photos of unknown subject matter tonight on Twitter and Instagram. #sbnb
MryW
“Let the art speak for itself” — a girl after overhearing my bf’s interpretation of an exhibit. #sbnb
ESTRONG
Man beside me carrying bananas. Art or groceries? #sbnb
I’m at a high five competition … Haha #sbnb
Ion
I am supposed to be looking with a critical eye at #sbnb pieces, but really I am just drink drank drunk.
Alfagrrl
It’s the little things during #sbnb that make me smile. Nothing new here but makes me love my city!#sbnb
Petalpusher
Green frogs light up. Sometimes less, sometimes more. In background people scream about vodka. Latter not part of exhibit. #sbnb
Petalpusher
Some ass just fell off friend’s shoulders and whacked me in leg. He then tried to apologize with Italian opera. Yep, #sbnb is now messy
Blackcrown
#sbnb Not going out for Nuit Blanche is the new going out for Nuit Blanche.
if i ever find the FUCKING asshole who stole my seat & straps i will fucking CUT YOU TILL YOU BLEED & take my fucking bike gear back. #sbnb
Overheard: “Nooo! They are not having sex! They are being hung upside down by fish hooks!!” #sbnb
ashsper
Saw some interesting #sbnb stuff along bloor. Especially liked the ‘choir’ at the church at Walmer/Bloor. Soothing
“Yo, that sh*t is f*cking sick!” Woman (on drugs?) repeatedly yelling at performers in classroom at end of the world exhibit #sbnb
shannnnon
If you’re on a bike, you better ding that bell. Losers running into streets, taxis are swerving, drunk people barfing on curbs. #sbnb
sytc
45 minute wait at All Night Convenience at #sbnb you know where to find me
shedoesthecity
In Trinity Bellwoods people are playing tennis & renegade dance parties compete with shite #sbnb dance party. Skip park, go to castle!
Overherd
The funny thing is we’re not even looking at art we’re just drunk #sbnb
Anchorman2
Cab Driver: “let’s get the fuck out of here” #sbnb
HelenofCry
CRAZY lineups!!!#sbnb
AnnaVanna
LOVE Nuit Blanche, beautiful art!!!#sbnb
sighfactory
For those of us who have lived here for every rendition of#sbnb, tonight is just a yearly nightmare.
Makhoul
A field of glowsticks. #sbnb
Nina24
I walk #sbnb alone. Much prefer it solo. Ending night on a swing. Sean Paul blaring in background but tranquil here. Love this city.
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