Disclaimer: This post is hella late, but I don’t care.
So a couple of weeks ago some friends and I took a last-minute road trip to Toronto for New Year’s Eve — and I’m just now writing a post about it. But since I still have yet to unpack my overnight bag from the trip (don’t judge me), I’m technically not even late.
Anyways, we decided to take a one-day trip to Drake’s turtleneck of the woods and ring in 2016 in The Six (that’s a popular nickname for Toronto, for all my 40 & over folk). Toronto is about a five-hour drive from Detroit, so it was nothing for us to get up there.
The whole trip was basically a last-minute comeup. One of my friends was able to book us a free hotel room with her travel points from work (check); I drove my truck that I had literally just bought the day before we left, so gas money was the only travel expense required (double check); and we wound up buying tickets to this dope rooftop loft party that only cost around $30 per person (triple check).
As soon as we got to Toronto, we checked in and went to grab a bite to eat from this restaurant we found (compliments of Yelp) called W Burger Bar, which was right up the street from our hotel. It was there that I discovered my newfound love for poutine: a delicious medley of fries, gravy and cheese curds that tasted like God created them in the beginning. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this dish, here’s a simple analogy for you: Poutine is to Canada what Coney Island chili cheese fries are to Detroit.
After we finished stuffing our faces with lamb burgers and poutine, we headed back to the hotel to chill out for a little bit before we got ready for the party. Once everyone was dressed, we headed out to pregame with a couple of friends who also drove up to Toronto for NYE. They were staying at the Soho, an upscale hotel in downtown Toronto that a lot of celebrities frequent (yes, that includes Drake). The bathroom in their hotel room had heated floors, y’all. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.
Lowkey, we were a little worried about the party because it was so dirt cheap, and we got the tickets so last-minute. But we wound up having a great time. The venue was dope, the DJ was on point, and the vibe was everything. The next day we got up, went to eat breakfast at another restaurant we found called Hair of the Dog (which sounds like the last place anyone should ever go eat at, but the food was actually pretty good).
Aside from the fact that we got a little twisted up on the way home (since no one could use their GPS due to astronomical out-of-the-country data charges), the overall trip was a cool way to bring in the New Year. I’m excited for Sweet ’16 and everything God has in store!
Moral of the Story: Live your life.
P.S. Happy Founders Day to all my sweet, sweet Sorors of Delta Sigma Theta!!
P.S.S. Here’s a snap I saved from the party. We were attempting to rap along with N.O.R.E. and failed miserably.