Chatted with Unkl Mark yesterday and we reminisced about the Peel Pub (and some other rather hilarious tid-bits). Damn, as I start thinking about this I have a ton of memories of this fantastic, simple, watering hole.
Cheap 4 litre pitchers always resulted in fun, frivolity, and perhaps a little madness. I remember always trying to pour the first couple of drinks straight armed. The first 2 pitchers could be straight-armed, after that it became a beer crime to even try.
Mark was sharing an incident at the Peel Pub where a number of us were together, probably (and I’m just guessing because most things that happened at the Peel Pub are a little fuzzy) Mark, Umu, (Shit I forget her name!), maybe Cass, and, uh… perhaps Henry? Umu was (and probably still is) one of the sweetest people I know. Very calm, level-headed, super smart and crazy tolerant. I say crazy tolerant because as a group all of us were goofs. She would often saw “okay….???” sort of slow and drawn out as a question to one of the many odd-ball things we did.
This particular incident involved Unkl Mark and Umu, and a lot of beer. Not Umu, she didn’t drink, but Mark was saying he’d had plenty! A song came on that Umu wanted to dance to and Mark, ever the gentleman, danced with her! We’re all just friends on a normal Friday night right? Mark shared she smelled really nice that evening.
A slower song then came on after the first finished and they were still on the floor, so why not? They continued dancing. Attractive woman, smells really good, slow song, close proximity and a high level of intoxication… In Mark’s words: “I got a raging boner”.
Now remember, Mark is a gentleman. So he pushed his pelvis backwards in a way to create separation but still finish the dance! I don’t know how long that continued, not sure if they ever spoke of it again, but damn! LMFAO!!!
ps: image is from Montreal Peel Pub but looks super close to how I remember the one on King St West.