Ignoring commas blatantly redundancy

I arrived back to London after an really really good fun trip to Canada. I like Toronto in a very gut feeling simplistic kind of way. It really just feels good. I can breath. I can walk down the street and day dream. I can have lots of normal coffee. I can just exist.
However I feel a bit guilty for slagging off London while I was home. I arrived back to a really sunny warm london day. John bought me flowers. I had a text inviting me to a film noir dress-up/ murder mystery party.
We also went to this really cool restaurant/bar for someone's birthday. Music: a bizarre mix of columbian/80s hip hop/punk. And then an odd odd thing happened. It's quite bright for a club and it was packed. There's a long wooden bar and when the DJ played 'Springtime for Hitler' (if I had a dollar for every time I heard that at a club) this guy dressed in all black started marching/dancing the length of the bar. (I think it was supposed to happen because he didn't get unceremoniously kicked out and everyone was cheering.) At that moment I realised two things: that I'd never seen anyone actually dancing on a bar outside of bad movies and that London might be a okay.
Also the bar had a sign saying 'No Tequila'. I know that Tequila is generally trouble but to ban it outright. that's just mean!