Toronto Congress Center, 9pm: another crossdresser, and another that KF tells me I missed for my tally. Back where I heard Crystal Castles at the beginning of the day is what appears to be the j-pop dance off. KF and I dub it, “when the antisocial socialize.”
The J-pop is mostly Rotterdam beats with modulated Japanese chipmunk vocals overtop and is unbearable. Many adolescents awkwardly look on and I spot a slutty Pikachu, red dots on her face, yellow bunny ears, and a yellow tanktop revealing ample cleavage, who looks to be drunk at the very least. There’s a lot of glomping going on and yet another man in drag. The scene has a nightclub feel juxtaposed with costumed, awkward teenagers and it feels perverse.
We bail on the dance. Four ice-cream trucks and one ambulance sit in front of the TCC. At the bus stop, KF points out a kid, looking eerily like Elliott Smith, clutching a book with “Death Note” scrawled in cursive on the cover. Some dude hollers from his car, “You guys are fucking retarded!” and KF laughs while I look around at the huddled cosplayers, various references beyond me entirely, and a doe-eyed Link playing short ditties on her Ocarina, and wonder just why I feel so bad about wanting to come back on Sunday.