BushWalk - Beach BBQ - Booze - Bars
Last Thursday I met 2 really cool Canadian girls while eating at a Chinese joint by my house. I know.. I know... cool Canadians is an oxymoron. But they are cool. They thought I was Canadian and asked me, upon me saying no they gave a huge sigh and went on with their business. While I was leaving I sparked up conversation with them in hopes to prove that not all Americans are as bad as they think. After a few minutes of conversation I invited them to my local watering hole across the street from my place ( Bar Cleveland ) for drinks. They seemed hesitant so I said that if they want to join us they can, if not no worries. So Bilal and I went to Bar Cleveland and 15 mins later they showed up. Fun times were had by all as we talked over chilled beer. Then one of them invited me to a Bush Walk with her and 12 other Canadians, so I agreed.
Saturday morning I get up at 8:30 to go meet them for the Bush Walk. Meanwhile I had only gone to bed a few hours earlier after a long night of binge drinking. So in my hungover state I caught a cab down to Hyde Park to meet them. The bush walk was a 4 hour hike around the peninsula of Manly beach that is about 10 km. ( here is a map) It was tough at first because I was hungover and it was raining, but hour 2 of the hike everything cleared up including my headache. Then once we got to Manly we all went to the store and bought booze and BBQ stuff. We grilled and drank on the beach for a while and then took a ferrie ( no homo ) back to the city and went to St. Pat's tavern ( on my recommendation ). I had a great time and made some good new friends.
And now pictures...
4 comments:
When the Revolution comes, Canada will be the first to go!
DOWN WITH CANADA! Down with Hockey! Down with "ay"!
Do you wear your Steamers jersey to Bar Cleveland?
Bushwalk sounds either really hot or really gross... I can't decide which.
We need a picture of you powerbombing Bilal into some Canadians. A little power-play goal action. Put the biscuit in the basket. And so on.
When you reference the people you meet and the places they are from, I am so ignorant that my only basis of knowledge is old Simpsons episodes and ignorant sterotypes. God bless America.
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