Some of my friends from work went to fetish night at The Trash, a bar across the road. I knew what it was going to be like, and I definitely had some reservations about attending. It's not that I disapprove, but simply, it's just not for me. Parading around in pleather chaps and brandishing a little hottie on a leash isn't my idea of fun, but it is apparently for a lot of other people. I think the thing that bothered me the most about it is that this is fucking Peterborough. It's a little piss-ass town about an hour and a half away from Toronto.
I got the same feeling about last night, in the same way that I do when word on the street is that there's a rave being planned. Yay. Lets all go to an abandoned factory and get buzzed on baby aspirin while trying to pretend that all is cool, raw, and daring when really, we're all just standing around with the same old people in what used to be an old calculator plant. Lets pretend that the hard-core drugs that we're ingesting is making us experience some mind-altering, life-forming moment that will forever change us into something that we wish we were. Lets try to remember that the people we've met are not the same people that we snub every other day because we don't recognize them in the daylight because we were too pished to really focus on facial features, and that these relationships formed aren't just a poor substitute in keeping up relations with those who are supposed to be special to us. It's all about an image that is a poor facade for life in a small, college town. This is not trendy, edgy or dark, it's just Peterborough. Any attempts to make it like it seems on tv is just depressing. And pathetic.
So I lasted for as long as it took me to buy a beer, greet some friends from work, and watch the circus. And it's funny. I got a dirty look from someone who was actually wearing chaps and nothing else. If you're gonna go bare-assed, don't be surprised if people's eyes are drawn in a southerly direction. And definitely don't try the offended route. It's like Pamela Lee Anderson being offending for people looking at her breasts. Really. So, after I finished my beer, I just kept on walking. And ended up bumping into old friends that I haven't seen for awhile. And then, I kept on walking. I decided to go home early so I could get up early to get Kole. We spent part of the morning watching a Frank Sinatra movie. We're going to make playdough from scratch, get some popcorn and watch some more movies this afternoon. It's a beautiful rainy day, that just begs for staying home and having fun.
Can't go wrong, there.