15 January 2006

big city nights: the prescott

my review of urban cultural landmarks continues this week. last night, dee, my sweater brother and myself thought it necessary to explore someplace new in ottawa. fueled by a couple bottles of cheap wine and some tokes (sweater brother's first foray into le monde marijuane since juvenile delinquency), we made our way to the prescott pub in ottawa's ghetto little italy neighbourhood. i sensed for the past few months that this place may be the spot to hit... not knowing what to expect, we pushed our way through the crowd of middle aged smokers outside the front door and made our way in...
to our delight, this place is simulacrum for small town canada right in the heart of ottawa. we immediately felt at home. picture the scene: forty-something divorcees, hipsters and hockey hosers, listening to an evening of bad eagles, neil young and trooper covers by the house band, catchily named "the quest for the cure" which we at first misinterpretted for the theme of a cancer research fundraiser. comprised entirely of greying old men, this band had the room a rockin' although they repeatedly shrugged off our requests for "centrefold" by the j. geils band, claiming they had never heard tell of it. hockey played on big screens on either side of the band (ottawa trampled edmonton, which had the crowd in a giddy mood), and the dance floor was... hot, i think. yeah, quite hot. like stephen harper yukking up parishoners at a presbyterian church strawberry social in fredericton, these middle agers can totally let loose when they when they get in the mood. dee and i even joined them for the last few songs, the gas inducing draught beer had us so keen to shake our asses (albeit, if only to mitigate the cramps)...
jajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja...
i could imagine the excitement of these forty-somethings at the thought of a night at the prescott. the men might take extra care to slap on some of that good aqua velva after their close shave and slide in that single diamond earring they wear only on special occassions -- the one the ladies all go crazy for. the ladies might let their little pink razors wander south just a little and tease that head of hair up a little higher than normal, cos ya never know...
it was the perfect place to debut my new winter jacket i purchased yesterday at zellers...

5 Comments:

Blogger Sweetness and Light said...

zellerses jacket!
hoser chic, warm as a cunt;
a prescott debut

15/1/06 4:18 pm  
Blogger Sweetness and Light said...

"just like the waldorf!"
dee informs, though i'd ne'er...
"cultural landmark!"

15/1/06 4:24 pm  
Blogger Graham said...

drinking wit' hosers
old boys whoop it up, drink beer
o-town return trip?

16/1/06 10:17 am  
Blogger Sweetness and Light said...

my sweater brother
smoked a crazy cigarette;
taxi cab babble

17/1/06 12:22 pm  
Blogger Sweetness and Light said...

"peer pressurer!"
dee thinks that evil corrupts;
"inn'cent!" i reply

17/1/06 12:24 pm  

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