Even when I was a swinging single I wasn't big on clubbing.
The crowds, the pounding music, the crowds, the over-priced drinks - I just didn't enjoy it.
And the crowds. Did I mention how irritating I find crowds?
So it felt a little surreal last Sunday when my three-year-old and I headed to the heart of Toronto's club district and braved a massive line-up to meet some friends and gain entry to one of the biggest and hottest clubs in the city for the Bunch Family Dance Party.
It was packed to the rafters with hipsters and their hipster offspring sipping cocktails and mocktails. The three dance floors were jammed and the video and light shows and go-go dancers were undeniably cool.
There were eccentric characters roaming the joint...
And stylin' kids showing off the latest dance moves...
And of course there was this one guy who was sooooo cute I couldn't stop staring at him.
And the best part?
I actually ended up going home with him.
Could you die? I think it might really be love this time...
Turns out clubbing is a lot more fun than I remember it.
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