Friday Night in Yorkton

So, yesterday was Friday, the beginning of the weekend - party time right? We had decided earlier in the week that we need to get ourselves involved in the activites of the town. So when a nurse at work suggested that we join her at a bar last night, we decided the time had come. The place is called "Pockets" - its a pool hall/sports bar. We were actually pleasantly suprised, we were expecting something ultra lame, but it was okay, and actually looks lke if it got packed it would manage to muster a vibe. No news cafe. Kind of like that sports bar that was in the atrium for a few months (okay - people who went to UCT might remember, but i forget the name). They even had a cocktail menu - nothing special, but all the staples, served in a normal water glass. The nurse we were meeting is a 30 something divorcee and she brought her friends - 2xmarried 40 somethings, 1x50 something mother of children older than us and 1x20 something married with kids-chubby-never been out of yorktoner. Another lady came over to say hi, I helped with the delivery of her grandchild earlier in the week - got to love a small town. Weird mix, but I think that's what happens here. You all know how Andrew can talk - so that helped, and being from deepest darkest africa and having lots of stories helped too.

So now we've gone to a canadian bar with real canadians. Tick. Jokes, it was actually a little fun - like one of those christmas cracker spinning tops. I'm glad we have eachother so it doesn't matter so much if the people we have to socialise with are actual grandmothers.