Durham College - Yearbook (Oshawa, Ontario Canada)

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Your intrepid reporter has been asked to write on Oshawa ' s night life. Because of my inexperience in these areas, I undertook the hiring of a guide. After an exhaustive search I found the person I felt was most qualified in these matters, George Guppy. His primary qualification was the fact that he drinks like a fish. Accompanying us on our perilous sojourn were those maritime cowboys, the Tetra Brothers. It soon became obvious how they achieved their Country and Western nickname — The Rummy Nose Tetras. What follows is a diary of our night ' s activities: 8:00 p.m. started at the Holiday Inn Auto Pub. This popular lounge on Bloor Street, East, features pop rock entertainment. We only had a few beers each because we had to pace ourselves for the long night ahead. Left at 8:50. 9:00 p.m. arrived at Mainstreet, Genosha Hotel. This is another of the more frequented night spots in town, especially among Durham students. Spotted a few friends listening to the band and went over for a brief conversation. Developed a slight pain in my back from bending over to talk to them under the table. Decided to investigate Morgans, upstairs, before moving on. Left the Genosha at 10:15. 10:30 p.m. arrived at Zolly ' s Forum at the Oshawa Centre. This is the common hang-out of the Durham disco crowd. After a drink or three decided to get in the swim of things. Asked a lovely young lady for a dance. He declined. Seemed like a good time to leave. Left Zolly ' s at 11:00. 11:15 p.m. taxi deposits us at the Carousel Inn. Staggered into Valeries. Looked around for somebody to sit with. Couldn ' t see anybody: waitress sat us in the corner. Just as well, this gave us some walls to hang to. I am told that the music was loud but it didn ' t seem that way to me. Maybe my eardrums had become numb along with the rest of my body. I observed the Tetra Brothers were dancing with one another. At 12:00 midnight we were asked to leave. Time was running short anyway. 12:15 a.m. arrived at the Georgian Inn. I am not sure how we got here, maybe we flew. Crawled into the room to see what was happening. There seemed to be about 20 people in the band but my count may have been a little off. By this time I was counting on my fingers and up to fifteen on one hand alone. Suddenly everyone seemed to be shouting last call , so I called out get me a taxi . Left in disgrace at 1:15 a.m. 1:30 a.m. finally arrived home. It had been a long dangerous trek but I had survived. Jim MacDonnell 13