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| - Century Room is what a North American nightclub should look like.
Big windows at the front, and eclectic decor that is barely noticable because of the women here are actually good looking. God save the Queen, there's hope in this town afterall.
I came here with Legs. Legs is a girl who is overthetop crazy (by American standards), she has this pair of legs that don't seem to end, but even when it ends, it's an very happy ending, you know?
Legs got us passed the line, because those with long legs reach further..in their social circles. You know?
The bouncers were nice guys, most of the bouncers on King Street West are nice guys. They are more professional and understand the importance patronage. But also because there are less altercations. It's King Street West, the girls are beautiful and the guys are pure wuss in Zara everything. Any sudden moves and their shirts would rip.
There are two main sections of Century Room. The main dance floor surrounded by the bottle service tables all in black leather, and another section that is somewhat Victorian in design, as a remembered...but I don't remember much.
My favourite part of the club is the smoking area, somewhat outdoors. This smoking area is where most socializing happens, and it's very none confrontational. Club goers here are very chill and mellow. One guy thought I was in the triads because he saw my giant tattoo protruding from my shirt, and he wouldn't stop making gangster references pertaining to Asian Mafia films.
I compared rings with this girl named Eleanor from Calgary, and later ended up with her on the dancefloor. It was slightly awkward because I am 6 foot 1, and she was about a head taller than me. Instead of dancing, I felt I was being led across the street by an parenting adult. But one shall not complain when in the company of legs that don't end, that's my philosophy.
The music was pumping at a level which didn't entrench everyone at the club, some house, minimal hip hop. There wasn't much dancing, at least not when I was there. This seemed to be the place where posh people come to look posh, dancing happens by accident. There are a number of elderly gentlemen obviously over the age of fifty. I hope I will not end up being one fo those guys who still goes out to these places at their senior years, it adds an air of tackiness to any nightclub, and it never looks good on the man himself.
The drinks are fairly priced, but I still ended up leaving without any cash in my wallet. Whatever yo, I had legs with me, and that Eleanor girl with still kicking around...or maybe she left I'm not sure.
We were thinking that Century Room should better utilize their big windows by placing dancers behind them. Not in lingerie, that's tacky...maybe cocktail sequence, or just swinsuits...not bikinis. What's wrong with that?
Honestly, I call her legs so much, I've actually forgot what her name is...
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