Saturday Scenes
It finally feels like spring outside so that means I can finally go back to walking everywhere on Saturday. There's still ice and puddles and snow everywhere so it isn't ideal walking conditions, but it is nice enough that everyone seems to be out. The farmers' market felt bustling, the cheese store was busy, and there was an abundance of oddness.
On my way to my haircut, I saw a couple headed toward me on a cross street. They were involved in a heated discussion and after I passed them, they turned and were behind me headed in the same direction. The discussion turned to yelling. I passed a mother with two kids and we exchanged a knowing nod acknowledging how awkward being in the area of this fight was. Even when I was a half block away from the couple, I could still hear every word they were saying. Despite that, I have no real idea what they were fighting about. Something about an app on his phone and a photo album. I'm probably better off not knowing and thankful that I don't have to deal with that sort of thing on a regular basis.
I gave my car a wash, ate too much ice cream, and then walked to Wann Izakaya for dinner. The waitress seemed to recognize me despite the fact that I think I've only been there four times. I had a variety of ramen that was only temporarily on their menu. As I'm eating a couple was seated at the table next to me. As they were getting settled, the woman was unwrapping something from around her neck. At first I thought it was a scarf and then maybe a necklace, but no, it was actually her phone charger. That's an interesting place to store it.
After that I went to the Creative City Centre to see Hook and Nail, a folk band out of Estevan. The show was good, but as I'm getting ready to go, there's a guy with a pipe in his mouth. When I actually do leave, he's just outside the door actually smoking the pipe. I don't think I've seen anyone smoking a pipe since I was in high school. I didn't think anyone actually did that anymore. It's strange, but I've always found the smell of pipe tobacco to be more pleasant than that of cigarettes. (If the guy smoking the pipe was younger, I'd assume it was some sort of hipster affectation, but he was old enough that maybe he's just smoked a pipe for a long time. He's definitely too old to be setting some sort of new trend.)
As I'm walking towards Victoria's Tavern, a group of guys approaches. One of them is vaping but the guy at the front of the pack starts complimenting my coat. He's yelling at me that it is professional and stylish and then goes on to tell me how it matches with my glasses and how I'm probably smarter than him and could probably beat him in a trivia contest. Probably true especially since he's clearly had too many at Vic's. I suspect he was off to have even more at the Capitol. It is the Saturday before St. Patrick's Day after all.
As I get to the actual door of Vic's, a cab pulls up and a blonde woman gets out and is looking for a fist bump. I indulge her, but carry on walking. There is no way I'm going into a bar tonight.
On my way to my haircut, I saw a couple headed toward me on a cross street. They were involved in a heated discussion and after I passed them, they turned and were behind me headed in the same direction. The discussion turned to yelling. I passed a mother with two kids and we exchanged a knowing nod acknowledging how awkward being in the area of this fight was. Even when I was a half block away from the couple, I could still hear every word they were saying. Despite that, I have no real idea what they were fighting about. Something about an app on his phone and a photo album. I'm probably better off not knowing and thankful that I don't have to deal with that sort of thing on a regular basis.
I gave my car a wash, ate too much ice cream, and then walked to Wann Izakaya for dinner. The waitress seemed to recognize me despite the fact that I think I've only been there four times. I had a variety of ramen that was only temporarily on their menu. As I'm eating a couple was seated at the table next to me. As they were getting settled, the woman was unwrapping something from around her neck. At first I thought it was a scarf and then maybe a necklace, but no, it was actually her phone charger. That's an interesting place to store it.
After that I went to the Creative City Centre to see Hook and Nail, a folk band out of Estevan. The show was good, but as I'm getting ready to go, there's a guy with a pipe in his mouth. When I actually do leave, he's just outside the door actually smoking the pipe. I don't think I've seen anyone smoking a pipe since I was in high school. I didn't think anyone actually did that anymore. It's strange, but I've always found the smell of pipe tobacco to be more pleasant than that of cigarettes. (If the guy smoking the pipe was younger, I'd assume it was some sort of hipster affectation, but he was old enough that maybe he's just smoked a pipe for a long time. He's definitely too old to be setting some sort of new trend.)
As I'm walking towards Victoria's Tavern, a group of guys approaches. One of them is vaping but the guy at the front of the pack starts complimenting my coat. He's yelling at me that it is professional and stylish and then goes on to tell me how it matches with my glasses and how I'm probably smarter than him and could probably beat him in a trivia contest. Probably true especially since he's clearly had too many at Vic's. I suspect he was off to have even more at the Capitol. It is the Saturday before St. Patrick's Day after all.
As I get to the actual door of Vic's, a cab pulls up and a blonde woman gets out and is looking for a fist bump. I indulge her, but carry on walking. There is no way I'm going into a bar tonight.
