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Oh, right... I got old.
When I was 23 and had first moved to Toronto, my friend Jess and I spent almost every Thursday here drinking $8 pitchers of Waterloo Dark. We were the Dance Cave Queens accompanied by Michael Jackson guy, Pajama dude (who confessed to me one night that his real name is 'Enzo') and many other late night Toronto Freaks and Geeks.
The music was always amazing, the bouncers were complete twats and the drinks were uber cheap. They even used to have those awesome circular booths that fit about 8 ppl. This was before douchey bottle service. Because you WANTED to get up and walk to the bar. How else were you supposed to hook up with a hot guy or get him to buy you drinks? And with drinks this price, you only had to come with $5 cover in your pocket to have fun.
Now, my Dance Cave Queen Days are done. At almost 40, I love to dance all night and drink my face off. But I'm likely to step on these little ones who are more sparkly than MJ dude's glove. Like , I mean... ALL OVER! Sequined dresses and high heels. My sexiest outfit was a Supergirl Tee (which the dudes loved) and jeans with my cons.
The last time I went here was when I turned 35 and we had a blast, but I would probably be laughed and nicknamed 'Nice Try, Grandma.'. So I'll leave this place for the young 'uns.
Have fun and party on, kids, because this place really is a legend!
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