This weekend was brought to you by Kensington and the number 5. Okay, we made up the bit about the number 5, but Kensington was the august August weekend theme. From a long and endearing piece about Kensington kids in the Sunday Star to Pedestrian Sundays to Saturday Night in the market, Kensington was the word. So let’s proceed with a short wrap up of the newly crazy Saturday Night scene.
We began the evening by stopping off at the Ryan Allan party at Xpace. Lots of sideways caps, and straight up photography. We would’ve posted a picture, but the bouncer (yes, Xpace has an awful doorguy. We thought, for a second, that Nike Presto had forcibly retaken control of the place) wouldn’t allow it, so no photos of photos, and no more on that front.
Which is okay, because The Boat grabbed our attention shortly thereafter. There, girls in polka dotted dresses danced with boys in very nice t shirts. The mood was boisterous to begin with, but things reached fever pitch when Dan Aykroyd and Ron Wood made an appearance. Shouts of Dan Aykroyd’s here! continued for the next few hours, and though the Foo Fighters were rumoured to be on the way, we bid ado to The Boat before the floor, shaking frightfully under the weight of so many pairs of hightops, could give way. We’re not quite sure what they do anyway, but it’s good to know someone is maintaining the fight against foo. The best quote of the party came from a grey sweatsuit revolutionary who noted that people were more excited about the presence of a Great Outdoorsman than that of a Rolling Stone. Nevermind that a member of that lovely band Sloan was also in the house.
At Supermarket crowds of last callers looking sightly forlorn watched as skateboarders whizzed by at frantic speed. Speedy skaters and slow-moving drunks looked a bad combination to us, so we left in a hurry.
As we scooted from the market we learned that someone’s foot had gotten run over by a car. Who said Kensington was quiet after dark?