Maybe it's being fifty - something dwelling on my mind, but when the most appealing venue for new year's eve is the Royal Canadian Legion for the only band in town that plays stuff you have heard of and cheap beer, it does make you question if reality is knocking at the door.
So far most of the tracks they have covered are from bands that are at least half deceased ( including 'Teh' Quo') and there are an alarming number of orthopedic looking shoes shuffling across the dance floor, and I don't think Rogain or Grecian 2000 do a grey-t deal of trade with this crowd. And there is a lot of beige, but given I'm wearing chinos I can't cast the first stone on that one. At least they are not elasticated, although I sometimes wish they were. Must be strong and not give in, although the belt might....And I have got lace up boots, not velcro....
Possibly the only bottle of Benedictine in town behind the bar, and not a jaegermeister in sight....Maybe it's not all bad.
Next year's - Tijuana.....ai ai ai bang bang!
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