Oh, Canada....... eh

Holy balls! I have seriously been underestimating things. First of all, let mee say that I have underestimated some of my coworkers. Mike I know can hold his own. I've seen him drink enough to stun a hormone-raged charging rhino. But Ted and Richard I had no idea. Aparently Richard has an as-to-for unkown affinity for tequila and Ted is a wild man once alcohol is applied. Case in point, I've been working the night shift in Canada on a rotor job (ask me some time and I'll explain the boring details) and tonight we finished up and celebrated.

After a nice dinner at Average Joe's Pub, consisting of numerous pints and some good bar food, we headed back to the hotel to freshen up. Richard decided to crash, but not after I heard a couple of good stories at dinner. Ted and Mike were rearin' to get going on a salsa dancing adventure. So after a freshening-up period we were good to go. But then we were informed by the concierge that the salsa spot was no longer in existence. So we went to the Edmonton equivelent of 6th street, i.e. Whyte Ave.

Once we got there, I realized I had been underestimating another thing... Canadian chicks are hot (if not really slutty). We stopped in to numerous bars before I realized the reason so many Canadian chicks seem slutty... eighteen is the legal drinking age and that's what we were surrounded by. This threw me off, but not my coworkers. They were incorrigable, but it made it that much more fun. Around 2pm, last call in Edmonton, Alberta, we stopped off at what I thought was the last bar of the night. The waitress was really cool, and very attractive, and my coworker (Ted) felt ablidged to hit on her profusely. After numerous shutdowns, which I tried to play off, we found ourselves out on the street following a group of girls that had tried to get into the bar after hours (where we were finishing up our drinks). And guess where we followed them to. Why another bar of course. It wasn't long before those bartenders caught on to the fact that we didn't belong there after hours and asked us to leave. So we decided to call it quits for the night and head back to the hotel.

On the way we had the usual drunken exchanges with other alcohol conisueors (sp?) as I have had everywhere else I have drank. We even went the wrong way on a couple of 1-way roads for good measure (I was driving). Halfway home I was conviced to pull over and offer a group of young women a ride home. They agreed and hopped into the truck (a rented F-150) whereupon we found out one of them was a guy, hooray Canada. Anywho, we dropped them off then found our way back to the hotel and here I am typing before I pass out. I hope you've enjoyed my tale. If you haven't been to Canada, then its aboot time you did so. All that beeing said, Cody, OUT!