So we spent the weekend in *spits* Toronto. Mrs Dufus and I drove down Friday to visit my brother Whitey - all together now "HI WHITEY!" We got there in time for lunch and spent the afternoon talking, swimming in his pool and drinking a few bottles of this wonderful yellow stuff called Corona.
Saturday morning Whitey prepared breakfast...Eggs Benedict - make that Eggs Willowdale (the *spits* Toronto neighbourhood where he lives) - for us. Delicious.
With the day ahead of us we contemplated what we might do. Taste of Danforth, the Greek food and cultural festival was on, but we weren't very hungry. The Festival of Beer was underway at Exhibition Place, but we already had our own beer festival going. Hmm, what to do?
Now a little while back Whitey broke his wrist. He got 6 or seven screws in it. So going golfing was definitely out. He's had his cast off for a couple of weeks but he's still doing physiotherapy. Well, Mrs D came up with the next best thing: mini golf! And putting counts as rehab for Whitey's wrist.
So I hopped on my iPad to check out the nearest mini golf location. I found one called Putting Edge and it was on Yonge Street in Richmond Hill. Great, I thought. Whitey lives a block from Yonge Street. It should be really close.
What you don't know is that Yonge Street is known as the longest street in the world starting at the Lake Ontario lakeshore and traversing 1,178 miles to the north, where it turns into Highway 11, to the Ontario-Minnesota border at Rainy River. After about an hour into our travels I was beginning to think we'd be making the entire trip.
You see I didn't bother to take down the address. I only noted it was on Yonge Street in Richmond Hill, about a half hour from Whitey's. When we hit Aurora about a half an hour after that we knew we'd somehow missed it. But we stopped at a little rural farmer's market and bought some honey so the day wouldn't be an entire waste.
We did find it on the way back after Mrs D asked for directions at a gas station. Neither my brother nor I would have thought of that.
Turns out the mini golf was indoors...and you played in the dark on a florescent course. Now that was cool! We had a blast even though we had to contend with birthday party groups that must have consisted of every kid in Richmond Hill.
I felt redeemed. We had found the mini golf place AND we'd had a blast. Time for the Dufus and Whitey Festival of Beer.