Phew, just got off the streetcar and my head is pounding. From Spadina station to Front Street, the passengers on the streetcar were subject to screaming (worse for me because I was surrounded by them) university students. I was going to guess that they were teenagers based on how they were acting, but they could have been in their early 20s. Nope, I would guess that maybe they just finished first or second year of university. They were talking about Waterloo and Schulich.
I wanted to die.
They were literally screaming. Ironic how they were complaining about how they always seem to lose their voice after a night of clubbing. They really didn't need to talk that loudly. The rest of the passengers were quite subdued and the car was only noisy because of them.
There were about 10 of them altogether. Friends from high school and university. I guess I missed out of that part of my life. I went out while I was in university at Queen's, but never really did the Toronto scene.
My head felt like it was going to explode.
They were dressed to the nines of course. That's what you do. It's a (special) night on the town, so you want to look your best. One particular outfit of mention was the young lady who was wearing a top as a dress. It did not cover her, errr...curves. I think I saw her *ahem*. Yikes. Each member of the group was holding a water/soda bottle filled with a mixture of various substances. One boasted that she had "sparkling cider" - oh, how fabulous, dah-ling.
Oh, but of course I don't judge any of them.
After they got off, you could feel a collective exhale of the passengers remaining on the streetcar. We all looked at each other and laughed out loud. It was kind of nice.
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