The Surreal Life

Last night Dara and I attended the launch party for The Fight Network which is a 24-hour specialty fight channel which shows—you guessed it—all fights, all the time. We’re friends with the President of the network, so when he offered us V.I.P. tickets to the party, we gladly accepted. Boy were we out of our reckoning. This event, which was held in Toronto’s hot-spot Koolhaus, was a no-holds-barred flesh-fest, with hoochie-mamas in outfits so skimpy, they would put the Hooters girls to shame.

I’m getting ahead of myself. First we’re in a line-up, hundreds of people long. We saw Mike (the owner of the network) going in, so we hitched a ride (literally, by grabbing the coat of the person in front of us) inside. Once inside, we were able to go to the V.I.P. lounge which provided free drinks and hors d’oeuvres, all served by ½ naked women. Actually, they were more like ¾ naked. While there were many friends at the event, Dara and I felt out of our element. Photographers were taking pictures of two muscle-bound near-nude alleged women; there were two fighting-rings in the centre of the building for the fights to be held later in the evening and the DJ played your favorite tunes from the 1990s. We were trapped like sardines in the V.I.P. lounge, so we decided to go.

It was an interesting event, to be sure. Mike, you put on a good show, buddy. Not our kind of show, but it’ll give us something to talk about for a while.