Soggy

Our poor little ground has gone from a pretty white dusting of snow to a damp soggy mess. Welcome to the Maritimes! If it's going to snow, just pile it on!

Last night Ms. D. and I ventured out to a local bar to watch The trailer Park Boys because she was on the guestlist after assisting a radio guy in pulling a prank on his colleague, on air of course. We show up at nine only to stand in line for 10 minutes outside in the snow. Once inside we thought we'd get a drink, Ms. D. indulged in a rye and ginger ale and I splurged for a straight OJ on the rocks. We found a leaning station to hold us and our drinks while we people watched. What a sight! Two women perched beside us, they appeared to be twins but I wasn't sure if it was genetics or just grooming and wardrobe although they both sported some hefty lips.

Finally, at 10 pm a band took the stage to "entertain" us with some heavy rock. All of their songs ended up sounding the same to us and I cringed everytime they started the next song. After an hour and a half of being there I turned around to see a shirtless man being escorted by the security, obviously he's tanked and has to leave, with assistance. But no, he's one of the "Boys." Oh goody. See, I don't/won't actually watch the show.

About seven minutes of the main act being on the stage with one other guy from the show Ms. D. and I could not stop fantasizing about poutine so we left. Oh what a night.