At most nightspots you have to smoke outside, which is OK because that's when you can light up a joint. But a few places, like the venerable, venereal Dufferin Tavern, have glamorous, enclosed clear-plastic booths to smoke in, which have definitely become the de facto party rooms. People are not so impressed by the L.A. lifestyle as they are here, and haven't adopted the superficial hearts and minds and breasts that Toronto seems to favour lately. I hung out with a gay city planner who did a lot of drugs and snorted poppers in public. No wonder Vancouver is turning into a modern, international city without compromising its Canadian nature, while Toronto desperately strives to become a world-class city by whoring itself out to Hollywood and the Olympics.
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