I am going to go happy with this one

I am back.  It has been over a month since my last post.  It appears other stuff comes first in this life I lead.  I could hit the happy things and the sad things since my last post.  There have been summer camp sendoffs, birthdays, restaurant closings and deaths that can be reported.  That would be too self-indulgent, as if this whole blog is not an exercise in self-indulgence. 

With that in mind, had a funny experience on Saturday.  We, the Wife and I, were out with some friends.  It was us, another couple and a single dude.  We were celebrating dual birthdays and were at the Drake Hotel.  This is a trendy hangout in the city's west end.  Actually, it is chock full of hipsters and wanna-bes.  Good for people watching in a twisted sort of way.  We were in the lounge, me looking out the front on Queen Street because I will not sit with my back to a plate glass window (I want to see the assassin's bullet coming).

We order our drinks ($12 mojitos, though the wife went with this gin, lemon and basil concoction that was tasty, too) and some apps (lobster nachos and edamames, interesting combination and it worked).  We sit, drink, eat and talk.  Of course, we treat our waiter with due respect and accept some of his food suggestions.

Then, as it grows later and the line up outside builds, the waiter comes to us and basically thanks us for not being "douchebags" by getting us a complimentary round of shots (some sort of strange mix that the bartender through together, they were good).  He said it would surprise to know that Toronto was home of the biggest douchebags around.  Apparently, they come in from the suburbs to hang out in the trendy, hipster filled world of the Drake.  He has worked, waiting tables, in New York and L.A., and this town, or location, is a douchebag magnet.

It was a very backhanded compliment, I thought.  I did appreciate the free shot, though.  It makes me wonder what kind of world we are living in when not being a douche is considered a shock and becomes praise-worthy.  What the fuck!  Have the douchebags begun believing that they will or have inherited the Earth, or a little slice of hipster (add doofus, here) heaven?  Fuck me!

Well, there you have it.  Let that be a lesson for the kids out there, it pays not to be a douchebag.  The best part of that term and hearing it said by those much younger than I, is that I am not sure how many of them know what exactly a douchebag is and how many have actually seen one?  Growing in the world of a drug store, I am well aware.

On a related topic, I think I did a post on FDS, Feminine Deodorant Spray.  This stuff was sort of a spray deodorant for those women folk who did not feel "fresh".  I said it before, and I will say it again, that was a 70s euphemism ("fresh"???) for rank, lady-stink.  At that point, it is like an Airwick in a sewer.  Just take a fucking shower, change your underwear to something cotton (granny panties if that is your bent) and get on with your life, minus the lack of freshness.  Otherwise, why are you using pussy deodorant and douching?

Now, that is all I have to say for today.  Thanks for dropping by.  Ciao!