Last night, we headed down King Street for the late shopping hours they’ve been having each Thursday.

We started at the top of the street and hit B’Zar, where a DJ was spinning and cham-bulls (Red Bull and champagne) were being served as part of their vinyl toy trading party. Then we made our way down King, visiting shops here and there and stopping to eat.

After a quiet dinner at the new Virginia’s on King, we walked further south. Few people were out and about, most of the shops were closed, and a giant rat was scurrying along the gutter looking for some crumbs. Blech.

Several shopkeeps were interested in finding out how many other stores were open. They weren’t surprised to learn that at least half of the stores were closed — including big chains like the Gap.

This lame Thursday night on King Street is bad for a number of reasons:

1) It shows an appalling lack of organization and participation among the businesses. The city tried to organize the extended Thursday night shopping hours and even helped promote it via posters. One closed shop had the poster displayed on their window! If shoppers know that half the stores won’t be open, they’ll head to the mall or Towne Centre where stores are required to keep certain hours.

2) It shows a real lack of concern and support for King Street among locals. The city provides free parking passes, extended late night hours, and still, we can’t drag ourselves away from the chains to patronize the local businesses?

3) It portends a crappy retail season. The Bush administration’s numbers may be touting a surge in consumer spending, but do we really still trust the data that these guys control? If you look at one report, that dramatic surge is actually a flat line. Not a good sign.

4) And ultimately it confirms what one shopowner quietly confessed to me: business is bad. Tourists aren’t here shopping. Locals are looking for bargains. And King Street has been pretty quiet overall.

For me, I couldn’t believe that I was in downtown’s primary shopping district, mere days before Christmas, and had the place practically to myself.