After an afternoon of swimming at our motel, a group of us went into town in search of poutine and bowling. Both bowling alleys were closed (which was fine since they both seemed kinda dodgy) so we ended up at a restaurant where I had my first "sugar pie". Just like it sounds like...it's made of maple sugar, and cream, and brown sugar, and...sorry...where was I? Oh yeah, I got to eat a SLICE OF HEAVEN and then we went next door to play pool.
Everything was going fine until a "discussion" of the rules broke out between Fred & Elie, and when their conversation quickly switched from English to French we ended up having to call in the protest committee. Luckily all was resolved without having to file paperwork or the $20 protest fee, hee hee.
We did actually have members of the task, safety and protest committee present. Pool will never be the same. |
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