Monday, 28 January 2013

BRAMPTON: NOT THE DEVIL'S BUTTHOLE AFTER ALL!

Suddenly realizing they are in for a night of damn good tracks instead of line dancing 'n' karaoke, an excited crowd begins to gather around DJ Brucy Bruce (left).

Well it's not quite the parting of the Red Sea, but it is a minor miracle. Remember that post in which I verbally buggered Brampton senseless? In which I said it was a charmless, bulging goiter of a city that's about as much fun as a case of the clap? In which I described your options for fun as A) watching the cops chase shoplifters through Shoppers World or B) staying home and sticking pins in your eyes? Yeah, that post. (Read it here.
Aside from Brampton's Mayor Susan Fennell, who will soon be offering me a one-way ticket out of town which I can choose to A) accept or B) accept, people seemed to like it. Since then, however, I've had to back off a little because I accidentally found something good about Brampton, that being the best Indian restaurants this side of Mumbai. 
Then last night, another happy accident. 

It started when surprise guests arrived on my doorstep with the perfect hostess gift: a 60-pounder of vodka. Which would last most people a week but most people don't have friends with wine flasks instead of stomachs. When that ran out, we all sat there and looked at each other like, "Well now what? I can't put up with you people if I'm sober!" 
So we summoned a cab and made our way to TeeJay's Local Bar and Grill, thinking we'd have some wings and listen to strangers shrieking bad karaoke, because that's a good Saturday night in Brampton. And then we walked in the door and . . . wow. 

The group I was with instantly snapped to attention and started yipping like excited coyotes, because we had somehow wandered through Harry Potter's Platform 9 3/4 and into a magical world of good, in fact amazing, music.  The DJ (Brucy Bruce, every Saturday from 10 p.m.) was tucked away at the back of the room, where he relentlessly spun track after track of fantastic old-school, house and hip hop. The music was so good we ordered a round of beer to celebrate, then had some wings and a game of pool and a large pitcher of laughs. Best night I've had in Brampton since, oh, ever.

Editor's note: I notice liquor plays a starring role in most of your "best nights ever." 
My note: Excuse me, who . . . do I know you? Am I paying you? I should stop doing that.