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Orbit Room, Toronto Reviews (1)
Those of you who follow my reviews (lie to me, baby, I promise I'll believe) know that I like cover bands. No. I LOVE cover bands. I love that their repetoire always seems to be current as of 2002. I love that they are always a bit cheesy, yet totally enthusiastic. I love that the more you rock out, the more they rock out.
This Sunday night a particular girls night of "a few drinks to catch up" went terribly wrong. Someone (me) brought up a desire to dance and it was over. We made our way over to the Orbit Room where cover band Stiffler's Mom was playing (the Orbit Room always features tons of great musicians, not just cover bands). We were drinking, we were dancing, we were a mess. There was falling, stumbling, hair tosses, squeals of delight, new friends and some of my best girls.
Unfortunately the drinks slowly began to overpower our abilities to stand upright, and so we had to cut our evening off a bit early. But as I sat in class the next morning in the same clothes I had been wearing the night before I thought, "it was worth it. It was definitely worth it."
This Sunday night a particular girls night of "a few drinks to catch up" went terribly wrong. Someone (me) brought up a desire to dance and it was over. We made our way over to the Orbit Room where cover band Stiffler's Mom was playing (the Orbit Room always features tons of great musicians, not just cover bands). We were drinking, we were dancing, we were a mess. There was falling, stumbling, hair tosses, squeals of delight, new friends and some of my best girls.
Unfortunately the drinks slowly began to overpower our abilities to stand upright, and so we had to cut our evening off a bit early. But as I sat in class the next morning in the same clothes I had been wearing the night before I thought, "it was worth it. It was definitely worth it."
I love the Orbit room!
The Orbit Room sounds fantasic! If I would have come with you that night, I'm sure I would have randomely made friends with the lead singer of the band, done random shots, ran tabs on my credit card behind the bar and then cancelled my credit card only to find it in my bra later and become ridiculously intoxicated and dance like a hair-metal stripper. However, I probably wouldn't have fallen on the stage numerous times, leaving a gash on my back that is still there as evidence of the debauchery that goes on in the Orbit Room.
That is... IF I had gone.
That is... IF I had gone.