God I love the Duke! I went up to PP's neck of the woods last week to meet her for dinner and she suggested that we head over to the Duke for a post meal drinky poo. At first I was a bit adamant as I was tired and had a long drive home however I decided what the hell and off we went.

The pub was rather quiet and we each grabbed a drink and lost ourselves in conversation until two random guys plopped themselves down beside us. When I say beside I mean practically on top of...... spitty McGee and the "I'm gay" guy invaded our tiny table. They had both been at the bar for "quite some time" on this fine Wednesday evening. Turns out they were complete strangers (to each other) until that evening as well. I don't even remember half of the conversation as I was laughing so hard, but it seems the gay ones' friend was in Vegas, they were chatting on Skype and they like to play some bizzaro type of scavenger game. He takes his laptop, his friend looks up a random place and tells him to go to it, thus he ended up at this pub. He was having some type of going away shindig as he was moving to BC in the morning only no one showed up. So he met spitty McGee and they became instant friends and then wanted us to join in on the "party".

SM kept well, spitting when he spoke and covered me in his saliva, the other one felt the need to tell us he was "gay" I suppose so we didn't think he was hitting on us. No worries, I never get hit on, the thought never even crossed my mind sir.

They invited us to go sing Karaoke with them however we had to turn the invite down, ummmm some of us work in the morning (when did I become 90?). I told them I had to go and let my friends dog out (which was true), PP chimed in "there is no dog, she just doesn't want to go with you". I assured them that I would have gone and do enjoy a pint or four to which PP said "no she doesn't, she hates to drink". Anyway I laughed and laughed as did PP, she had tears streaming down her face cause the whole scenario and conversation was hilarious. Every story the gay one told took an hour, I told him he told stories like my mother, spit it out I said! SM was an older gentleman with a fabulous Irish accent that made everything he said seem that much more funny. He also kept spitting every time he spoke, I told him that I was going to need a raincoat if we were going to continue talking.

This shit always happens at the Duke, it wouldn't be a normal evening there without randoms plopping themselves down to make the evening interesting. There was the homophobic conservative named Leslie, his Welsh friend who HATED us, the self proclaimed "best drug dealer" in the city, the guys who told us their most embarrassing story etc. The list goes on!

When the randoms stumble upon us we almost always open with "we all just took turns telling our most embarrassing stories, now it's your turn" and 9 times out of 10 the people join in without asking for our stories in return! We didn't ask that question this time for whatever reason, but there's always next time!

Cheers to strangers!