Squeezing my old fat hairy self into my goth gear. Drinking absinthe, putting on eye-liner and boots for one last hurrah. Savage Garden is closing tonight. From tomorrow on, I'll no longer be able to count on going to Queen West on a Saturday night and being able to find music I want to dance to.
It's been in decline for over a year, and its clear that the fix is in for Queen West as an area for clubs and weird clothes. I wonder if this is how folks like William Gibson felt when Yorkville turned into the Yuppie Preserve it is today.
I am just hoping the next bohemian neighbourhood in Toronto is actually, y'know, in the city. I'd hate to have to drive to Mississauga to go dancing.
I feel really old.