This past weekend held a very relaxing trip to see old friends, and taught me a couple of things I didn’t know.
My girlfriend Jordie and I decided to head up to Peterborough to see our longtime friends Nick and Leah, who are attending Trent University - a visit that was well overdue.
After two separate bouts of car trouble lead me to be stranded in Palmer Park when I needed to be on the 115, we finally arrived and popped by the Head of The Trent festival - a sort of homecoming for Trent University students.
The crowds of students and two-hour line-up for a seven dollar dixie cup of beer told us it was time to make our own fun. So the four off us headed out for a bite of lamb curry in one of Peterborough’s finest greasy spoons. I can’t explain why it is, but I swear that the best places for Indian food are always located below street-level, I’m not sure why.
With our bellies full, we decided to take a jaunt around Peterborough (which I hadn’t been to in several years) and see what fun there was to be had for our pseudo double date.
Nick quickly suggested that we check out the local pool halls, the usual one and first choice turned out to be packed full of revellers who seemed more interested in the ‘bar’ portion of the neon sign, than the ‘billiards’ - but luckily this lead us to a little time machine called Pappa’s.
I call it a time machine because stepping through the front door was like stepping back a few decades - ‘Working Man’ by Rush was blaring a heavy bass on the radio, wood paneling surrounded what can only be described as an ‘old man bar’ and there was an honest-to-life team of pool shark’s battling out a tournament. I felt quite in my element, even if my pool skills didn’t.
To top it off, a man with a tip jar full of change sat on the stairs in the back playing classics by The Who and Neil Young on guitar and singing, including a rendition of ‘Ahead By A Century’ by The Tragically Hip, which took me until the song was over to recognize.
If the first game proved that not one of our foursome had any idea how to play pool - the second showed that we can improve. Jordie and I got the hang of the table lean, and managed to stop scratching the cue ball every shot by the end of the night - and overall, the whole gang had a lot of fun.
While departing to do some window shopping, we spotted a poster advertising a cat show over the weekend - in disbelief, we snapped a photo, had a laugh, and moved on.
However, on Sunday, we found the weather just a bit too chilly and ourselves lacking any real plans - so we figured it was time to see if these things really existed.
Now, I’ve never been to a dog show, but I imagine them being a lot less absurd than this gathering of cat fancier’s and their pets. Did you know that the straightness of a cat’s whiskers counts toward their overall rank?
Admittedly, as a proud dad to an overly-attached feline myself, I found the exotic and expensive (up to several thousand dollars) cats pretty cool, like a zoo but with animals that won’t eat you!
Next time you’re bored on a weekend, forget the map and Trip Advisor - get familiar with a town you don’t know all that well, and see what kind of fun you can have and places you can find with friends.
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