vicieuse soiree Vice

We thought that in showing up at Point Ephemere last night right at 11pm, invites in hand, we would be sure to get in. We were wrong. But what could have been a terrible night turned into one of those awesome random evenings. It had everything: some whisky, a bottle of martini, a marriage proposal from an incoherently drunk man on the metro, two hours of waiting in line which turned into two hours of meeting new people, 4:30am return to the Vice party, sweet music and good people, a butt naked dude (look for the youtube vid soon) and ruckus. Lots and lots of ruckus. And nothing beats walking home at 7am munching on a freshly baked baguette and then passing out knowing that it's saturday and it's ok to sleep in...