NPY’s PotD*: Day Seventeen

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Another Friday, another poker night. NPY’s uncle invited him again and I queried about his opponents, old or young? Much older, but NPY cynically said that he would blend in. Nah, they are a generation or two apart from us and I teased that NPY would set himself apart in his “little Hollister t-shirt, cargo shorts, and flip flops.”

NPY: “I’m not wearing a Hollister shirt.”
wyn: “Fine, American Eagle, Abercrombie, J.Crew, Ruehl’s. That should cover it.”
NPY: “I’m not wearing a Hollister shirt.”

So I hit the nail on the head with my first guess!


On Thursday, I flip-flopped between going to the Maritime universities’ alumni event Vina told me about at Grace O’Malley’s downtown. I had good work news, then something else to make me anxious so I decided to blow off some steam, potentially have a good time and serendipitously run into old friends? I was a little intrigued that despite a rough schedule, Vina and Lion would go.

Intrigued because as I waited to meet up with them I could observe the people who entered the venue. I couldn’t be surprised that I didn’t recognize a single person because several universities were represented (SMU, Acadia, UPEI, St.FX, Mount A., MSVU, and perhaps Dal, my alma mater) and I did not branch out much in my own university, let alone to meet people at other universities except through Vina who went to both Dal and SMU. The people who would attend an alumni event are a self-selected group, a microcosm of Maritime universities: very Caucasian. While there was a token Black, Indian, or sometimes Chinese person in some of the groups, we never saw two Asians together. That made our 100% visible minority group somewhat unique. We felt like we were transported back to Halifax, back to our white-washed classes, back to J.J.’s, that notoriously bad pub/club.

No surprised that the band did not start at 9 but they hadn’t started at 9:30 either when we left and ended up at Earl’s on King Street West. The patio was packed with “Bay Street types” mingling and networking and, god knows, hooking up while we enjoyed food and drinks in the lounge-y restaurant. It was so much more our kind of thing!


* NPY’s Picture of the Day. While I’m in Toronto and he is in Vancouver, 3400km away, we will try to share with each other (and consequently this blog) pictures that capture our day.

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