one of the hard facts of consultancy is that it typically sees a pretty substantial bit of turnover - consultants are exposed to different environments and clients who covet them, or consultants are held onto by clients with whom they don't want to work anymore that they have to move on to further their own sense of challenge. whatever the reason, it's often the case that good friends have to leave and move on. the upside to those occasions is that often, if the friends are well-enough liked, there's a damn good party for them. and this time around, we were sending off three very well loved colleagues.

the evening started off at my favourite after-work spot, alice fazooli's on adelaide. the decor is classy and chic, but comfortable and inviting. the bar staff are beautiful and charming and gracious, and at least three of the bartenders know just how i like my martinis. it looked like about 90% of the company turned out that friday evening to chat, send their regards, and have a drink or two on the company tab. unfortunately, one of the outgoing guests of honour, thomas, knows it's not a party unless you punch in 12 tequila shots over the course of the evening, so we had to get right to work to keep up with our quota.

i know that over the past couple of years, i've made it look like imason is really only capable of partying and drinking like a bunch of lunatics - but the fact of the matter is that i've never worked with such a collection of brilliant, focussed, ingenious, talented and friendly people in my life. every time i hang out with them, i get that feeling like one might if one were the best at something, track and field, singing, hockey, and then you step up to the next level or league, and you realize that there's a whole new level of game above you. that's how i feel all the time around my friends at imason. and we all bring that A-game with us even when we go out to celebrate. it's awesome!!!

the next stop was the kit kat 2 - a sophisticated but unpretentious southern italian restaurant nestled exactly 150m away from Fazooli's. dinner was fantastic and intimate, with low lights, more drinks, everyone mingling around to chat and congratulate. i had a steak... filet mignon... and i think that it may have been the best steak that i've had in toronto.

also, this was perhaps the first occasion for some of the imasons to observe my habit (compulsive disorder?) of trying to leave precisely equivalent amounts of each type of food on my plate until the very end, when they can all be eaten more or less simultaneously. i do this pretty unconsciously, and it's no big deal if it doesn't work out... but still... i guess it's a little odd.

more shots later among the most attractive co-workers one could possibly imagine, and it was off to the club.

now, i've been to a few clubs in toronto, and i get that different ones cater to different types. but for me, i think tryst was just about the greatest experience i've had yet. they've only been open a couple of weeks, but one of the best connected guys in the office had already put in the word about this place and had all the hook-ups. sadly, he wasn't out with us friday night, so ... and this is the wonder of nightclubbing ... even though it was like 10pm and no one was in the club yet, they milked our earliness for 5 minutes to make it look like there was already a crowd!!! i just love how this crazy business works. you let them make you wait outside, so that more people will wait in line longer, so that you can pay $20 to buy drinks for twice what they cost in a regular bar. ah well... it's the same story for every club, so what can you do...

at least we had a ton of fun party people out with us. you will no doubt recognize some of the alumni from previous imason going-away parties which is actually really cool in my mind. at least when there is alcohol involved, we can all count on each other to come together like family!

so here is where the story becomes less about friendship and camaraderie, and more about hardcore partying and euphoric night mating ritual. tryst itself is not as big or well-appointed as say... circa. when we got in... way too early, things were just getting set up. we had a chance to chat with the bar staff and the gorgeous girls dressed up in nighties and butterfly wings who seemed to have no purpose other than to look enticing.

as people started to show, what did the club do but set the dance floor on fire - literally... i didn't see that coming. shortly after, the crowd hit critical mass and the dj picked up the beat. suddenly without warning, the club itself caught fire (now, i mean that figuratively) and the pretty butterflies had transmuted into almost fully-naked, body painted nymphs busting their bacchanalian booties all over the club. i've always been something of a prude about this kind of naked-for-cash arrangement, but i have to admit that taking the whole effect of watching the club night go from its calm, seemingly innocent beginnings to slowly wind up and explode into this mad pumping (still well-behaved though!!) club crescendo was a wickedly hot experience - i am DEFINITELY going back there.

however, i am now left hopelessly longing to meet a nice body-painted go-go dancer some day and to make her my wife.

- g

adventure cost:
drinks at fazooli's: someone got that tab
dinner and drinks at kit kat: someone else got that tab
cover at tryst for 2: $40.00
vodka martini @ tryst: $15.00
one round of shots (with tip): $69.00

this weekend’s whirlwind adventure began on thursday, with my almost seeing canadian new wave legends martha and the muffins at an out of the cold fundraiser.  i’ve loved martha and the muffins since i was a young boy, and echo beach still fills me with joy, living so close to sunnyside beach, which was the inspiration for the song.  i remember in 2002 when i first lived in toronto, walking from my high park apartment to the lakeshore and watching the lake and listening the waves brush against the beach in spring when no one else was around and thinking that it was the most serene place i’d ever been, even though it was surrounded by one of the biggest metropolises in canada.  the fundraiser began at 6:30, so i had to go right after work.  due to a cancellation and a schedule change, martha wouldn’t play until 9:30, and that was too late for me because the next day, friday, i was heading to ottawa on a company retreat and i had to get home to pack and prepare and finish some last minute work before my mid-afternoon departure.  so i was hugely disappointed at not seeing m+m!

this wouldn’t have really impacted my weekend adventure, except that i was also dangerously low on my cats’ special cat food!  if i was to go away for the weekend, then i had to be sure that they would be alright on their own until sunday evening, and i was sure the half cup of food they had left would not be enough.  i knew this on wednesday, but work and friends’ personal crises and martha and her muffins all conspired to keep me from getting to the pet food store!  so friday morning, i was streaking (no, no nudity) to work to commit my changes and brief the team, rushing back to high park to get cat food and set things up for my departure, and then back to the office to meet with my friends and get on the bus for sunny ottawa!

this was my first outing with company who annually (or so) go out to a retreat to bond and celebrate our successes for the past year.  this year, we went to ottawa to take in the winterlude!  the five hour bus ride was fun – it was great to hang out with coworkers and friends who i don’t normally get to see because i’ve been working away from the office for over a year and i only get to see a small subset of them for most of my time.  we arrived at night in ottawa and immediately set out to have a look at ice sculptures and enjoy a satisfying meal of wendy’s burgers (for me – prime rib or salmon for everyone who didn’t want to go and see the ice sculptures at night).

saturday morning, we went out early to tour the parliament building.  vigilant georgepechtol.com readers will realize that i’ve just been to the parliament last year, but i got to see some pretty impressive parts of the building that i didn’t get to see last time, mainly the parliamentary library which is very impressive, even though the pine that it is built of seems pale and folksy compared to some darker, more auspicious woods.  but we had to hurry through because the next event for the weekend would be…

curling.  a great canadian pastime.  the last time i went curling was in high school with my friend, EC.  i remember enjoying curling, even though it doesn’t require great strength or speed or agility or even concentration really to be good at.  what it requires is practice, experience, and focus, which meant that all of us were pretty much on an even playing field, being novice curlers all of us.  we played for two hours and my team lost both rounds, probably in small part due to the fact that as skip, i could never get the signals quite right in my head.  i’m pretty sure though that there were a few of us who left the rink in nepean thinking that an imason curling team might not be out of the realm of possibility!

i broke my camera falling on my ass at the curling ring, so i didn’t bother taking it out to the clubs that we went to that night.  imason works very very hard – harder than any company i’ve ever worked for – and to match, they play just as hard.  after dinner at the metropolitan brasserie, hosted by rather seductive looking wait staff to which i paid absolutely no attention, and in the presence of great conversation, we went to a new club in the byward market area of ottawa called heaven.  we got there at a respectably late hour (11 or so) for our VIP area and bottle service, but the club was still incredibly dead.  apparently, clubs in ottawa get started at around 11:30 and go hard for exactly three hours, after which there’s not a diner or fast-food joint that’s not overrun by sweaty drunken young people.  it was a typical imason night out with crazy drinking, clothing exchanges between co-workers, myself included, and random venue changes leaving us all shaking our heads wondering why we didn’t just stay put so that we wouldn’t be scrambling at last call – great times!!!

but the icing on the cake was sunday afternoon’s skating excursion along the rideau canal.  i haven’t done any serious skating since i was about 8 years old, and it’s always been a fear of mine, as a proud canadian, to demonstrate my lack of facility on the ice.  i started out slowly with my buddy jim and his incredibly adept sweetie, han, who on her second time on skates was making me look pretty bad.  however, skating is hard work, and after a couple of kilometers, han had to turn back.  i was torn – i could go back with them, or keep skating the length of the canal, which both jim and i had wanted to try.  jim and han set off to head back to the start, and i took it upon myself, novice skater that i am to get to the other end of the canal, 5 kilometers away.  the ice was terrible and the wind was strong, but it was such a thrill to partake of this defining canadian experience, and i finally made it as far as one could go (due to safety-related closures) – 7 kilometers from the start.  in total, i managed to squeeze in a gruelling 12km skate that was way more painful than if i had just run the distance, and i managed somehow to soak my heavy gray sweater with sweat by the time i literally stumbled back to the skate rental centre.

i spent the four hour bus trip back to toronto panicking that i had failed to leave my cats enough WATER to drink while i was away, even though i knew they had enough to eat, clutching at my stiff thighs.  in the end, the cats had food and water to spare, everyone was completely exhausted by thoroughly entertained by the excursion, and now we can all resume stressing out over the workload of the next week.  the toronto to which we returned was a full 10 degrees colder and much much windier than the national capital, and it was a cold welcome home.  but this weekend of curling, ice skating and drinking really taught me that the canadian winter experience is so very very hard to beat.  especially when you are surrounded by fabulous interesting friends and colleagues.

- g

this weekend’s whirlwind adventure began on thursday, with my almost seeing canadian new wave legends martha and the muffins at an out of the cold fundraiser.  i’ve loved martha and the muffins since i was a young boy, and echo beach still fills me with joy, living so close to sunnyside beach, which was the inspiration for the song.  i remember in 2002 when i first lived in toronto, walking from my high park apartment to the lakeshore and watching the lake and listening the waves brush against the beach in spring when no one else was around and thinking that it was the most serene place i’d ever been, even though it was surrounded by one of the biggest metropolises in canada.  the fundraiser began at 6:30, so i had to go right after work.  due to a cancellation and a schedule change, martha wouldn’t play until 9:30, and that was too late for me because the next day, friday, i was heading to ottawa on a company retreat and i had to get home to pack and prepare and finish some last minute work before my mid-afternoon departure.  so i was hugely disappointed at not seeing m+m!

this wouldn’t have really impacted my weekend adventure, except that i was also dangerously low on my cats’ special cat food!  if i was to go away for the weekend, then i had to be sure that they would be alright on their own until sunday evening, and i was sure the half cup of food they had left would not be enough.  i knew this on wednesday, but work and friends’ personal crises and martha and her muffins all conspired to keep me from getting to the pet food store!  so friday morning, i was streaking (no, no nudity) to work to commit my changes and brief the team, rushing back to high park to get cat food and set things up for my departure, and then back to the office to meet with my friends and get on the bus for sunny ottawa!

this was my first outing with company who annually (or so) go out to a retreat to bond and celebrate our successes for the past year.  this year, we went to ottawa to take in the winterlude!  the five hour bus ride was fun – it was great to hang out with coworkers and friends who i don’t normally get to see because i’ve been working away from the office for over a year and i only get to see a small subset of them for most of my time.  we arrived at night in ottawa and immediately set out to have a look at ice sculptures and enjoy a satisfying meal of wendy’s burgers (for me – prime rib or salmon for everyone who didn’t want to go and see the ice sculptures at night).

saturday morning, we went out early to tour the parliament building.  vigilant georgepechtol.com readers will realize that i’ve just been to the parliament last year, but i got to see some pretty impressive parts of the building that i didn’t get to see last time, mainly the parliamentary library which is very impressive, even though the pine that it is built of seems pale and folksy compared to some darker, more auspicious woods.  but we had to hurry through because the next event for the weekend would be…

curling.  a great canadian pastime.  the last time i went curling was in high school with my friend, EC.  i remember enjoying curling, even though it doesn’t require great strength or speed or agility or even concentration really to be good at.  what it requires is practice, experience, and focus, which meant that all of us were pretty much on an even playing field, being novice curlers all of us.  we played for two hours and my team lost both rounds, probably in small part due to the fact that as skip, i could never get the signals quite right in my head.  i’m pretty sure though that there were a few of us who left the rink in nepean thinking that an imason curling team might not be out of the realm of possibility!

i broke my camera falling on my ass at the curling ring, so i didn’t bother taking it out to the clubs that we went to that night.  imason works very very hard – harder than any company i’ve ever worked for – and to match, they play just as hard.  after dinner at the metropolitan brasserie, hosted by rather seductive looking wait staff to which i paid absolutely no attention, and in the presence of great conversation, we went to a new club in the byward market area of ottawa called heaven.  we got there at a respectably late hour (11 or so) for our VIP area and bottle service, but the club was still incredibly dead.  apparently, clubs in ottawa get started at around 11:30 and go hard for exactly three hours, after which there’s not a diner or fast-food joint that’s not overrun by sweaty drunken young people.  it was a typical imason night out with crazy drinking, clothing exchanges between co-workers, myself included, and random venue changes leaving us all shaking our heads wondering why we didn’t just stay put so that we wouldn’t be scrambling at last call – great times!!!

but the icing on the cake was sunday afternoon’s skating excursion along the rideau canal.  i haven’t done any serious skating since i was about 8 years old, and it’s always been a fear of mine, as a proud canadian, to demonstrate my lack of facility on the ice.  i started out slowly with my buddy jim and his incredibly adept sweetie, han, who on her second time on skates was making me look pretty bad.  however, skating is hard work, and after a couple of kilometers, han had to turn back.  i was torn – i could go back with them, or keep skating the length of the canal, which both jim and i had wanted to try.  jim and han set off to head back to the start, and i took it upon myself, novice skater that i am to get to the other end of the canal, 5 kilometers away.  the ice was terrible and the wind was strong, but it was such a thrill to partake of this defining canadian experience, and i finally made it as far as one could go (due to safety-related closures) – 7 kilometers from the start.  in total, i managed to squeeze in a gruelling 12km skate that was way more painful than if i had just run the distance, and i managed somehow to soak my heavy gray sweater with sweat by the time i literally stumbled back to the skate rental centre.

i spent the four hour bus trip back to toronto panicking that i had failed to leave my cats enough WATER to drink while i was away, even though i knew they had enough to eat, clutching at my stiff thighs.  in the end, the cats had food and water to spare, everyone was completely exhausted by thoroughly entertained by the excursion, and now we can all resume stressing out over the workload of the next week.  the toronto to which we returned was a full 10 degrees colder and much much windier than the national capital, and it was a cold welcome home.  but this weekend of curling, ice skating and drinking really taught me that the canadian winter experience is so very very hard to beat.  especially when you are surrounded by fabulous interesting friends and colleagues.

- g