I Pooped in Canada
This blog is long overdue. We've been back for almost a week and half and I haven't written about our trip.
Andrew and I went to visit Brooke and Evan in Ann Arbor, MI. Obviously we had the best time ever. We saw lots of Ann Arbor and the surrounding area, we hung out downtown, we checked out the food co-op, we went to thrift stores, we putzed around the science museum, and most importantly - we went to all the brewpubs and beer bars. We also got to do some house hunting with our realtor, which is great because I love looking at houses, nosing around in people's stuff, and making fun of their terrible decor.
Also, I can now finally say that I've been to Canada. The four of us headed to Detroit on Friday to check out the art museum and another brewpub. After we ate and had a few beers, we joked about Canada and the terrible "brewpub" that Brooke and Evan went to across the way in Windsor. They went there one weekend, thinking it'd be cool and it turned out to be a giant Canadian dive bar that makes ONE SHITTY BEER. They do have lots of bottled goodies, though. Well. We had time. I'd never been to Canada. I wanted to go, dammit! I don't know what I expected - I guess I pictured a paradise in contrast to the disappointment that is Detroit.
So, we decided to go for it. I'm way more excited than I probably should be as we're flying across the border. I giggle with glee when the speed limit signs in the tunnel change from miles per hour to kilometers. I guess I'm as excited as any liberal American fleeing the country. We arrive in Windsor and...it's not really that bad, but...it's...kind of like Hagerstown...but with French AND English signs. There's just not too much to do or see. But as we're cruising the area, I spy...SALVATION ARMY!!! Oh Canada, I could drink a case of you! After much grumbling, I convince Evan that we NEED to go there. I mean, Andrew and I make a point to track down thrift stores wherever we go, so to stumble upon one unexpectedly in CANADA...it's like destiny, if I believed in it. So we check it out and I found a few cool things before I was [literally] dragged out of the store. Then we found our way to the "brewpub". Charlies, I think it was called.
It wasn't a dump, but it was pretty dive. The staff was super nice, though. They gave us samples of their terrible beer and then we ordered bottled beer. They had a Jamaican stout that I'd never had before, so I got that - it was quite delicious. We sat around and shot the shit and I winced every time Evan loudly tacked "eh?" onto the end of his sentences and prayed we didn't get our asses kicked by angry Canadian rednecks. The boys went to view the brewing equipment while Brooke and I were left to be ogled by a drunk Canadian. I finished up my beer and then I felt it - my bowels were turning. I had to go. I think you know what the greatest accomplishment of the day was: that's right, I POOPED IN CANADA! And then we went home. Really, that was it.
The next day was the end of our trip - we wrapped it up with a trip to Kuhnhenn brewpub near Detroit...and man, did that ever kick arse. We had a super adorable and nice bartender and their beers are really fabulous. Very tasty and experimental. Among the best were the banana stout, the unfiltered apricot ale, the tangerine wit, and the simco silly. Then we went home. The end.
Soundtrack for the trip was the new Modest Mouse album which totally rules. I felt the need to comment on that since I don't think it left the stereo the whole week. Awesome.
Oh, also I'd like to comment on how much I love Ann Arbor. Everything is colorful...even the alleyways.
Andrew and I went to visit Brooke and Evan in Ann Arbor, MI. Obviously we had the best time ever. We saw lots of Ann Arbor and the surrounding area, we hung out downtown, we checked out the food co-op, we went to thrift stores, we putzed around the science museum, and most importantly - we went to all the brewpubs and beer bars. We also got to do some house hunting with our realtor, which is great because I love looking at houses, nosing around in people's stuff, and making fun of their terrible decor.
Also, I can now finally say that I've been to Canada. The four of us headed to Detroit on Friday to check out the art museum and another brewpub. After we ate and had a few beers, we joked about Canada and the terrible "brewpub" that Brooke and Evan went to across the way in Windsor. They went there one weekend, thinking it'd be cool and it turned out to be a giant Canadian dive bar that makes ONE SHITTY BEER. They do have lots of bottled goodies, though. Well. We had time. I'd never been to Canada. I wanted to go, dammit! I don't know what I expected - I guess I pictured a paradise in contrast to the disappointment that is Detroit.
So, we decided to go for it. I'm way more excited than I probably should be as we're flying across the border. I giggle with glee when the speed limit signs in the tunnel change from miles per hour to kilometers. I guess I'm as excited as any liberal American fleeing the country. We arrive in Windsor and...it's not really that bad, but...it's...kind of like Hagerstown...but with French AND English signs. There's just not too much to do or see. But as we're cruising the area, I spy...SALVATION ARMY!!! Oh Canada, I could drink a case of you! After much grumbling, I convince Evan that we NEED to go there. I mean, Andrew and I make a point to track down thrift stores wherever we go, so to stumble upon one unexpectedly in CANADA...it's like destiny, if I believed in it. So we check it out and I found a few cool things before I was [literally] dragged out of the store. Then we found our way to the "brewpub". Charlies, I think it was called.
It wasn't a dump, but it was pretty dive. The staff was super nice, though. They gave us samples of their terrible beer and then we ordered bottled beer. They had a Jamaican stout that I'd never had before, so I got that - it was quite delicious. We sat around and shot the shit and I winced every time Evan loudly tacked "eh?" onto the end of his sentences and prayed we didn't get our asses kicked by angry Canadian rednecks. The boys went to view the brewing equipment while Brooke and I were left to be ogled by a drunk Canadian. I finished up my beer and then I felt it - my bowels were turning. I had to go. I think you know what the greatest accomplishment of the day was: that's right, I POOPED IN CANADA! And then we went home. Really, that was it.
The next day was the end of our trip - we wrapped it up with a trip to Kuhnhenn brewpub near Detroit...and man, did that ever kick arse. We had a super adorable and nice bartender and their beers are really fabulous. Very tasty and experimental. Among the best were the banana stout, the unfiltered apricot ale, the tangerine wit, and the simco silly. Then we went home. The end.
Soundtrack for the trip was the new Modest Mouse album which totally rules. I felt the need to comment on that since I don't think it left the stereo the whole week. Awesome.
Oh, also I'd like to comment on how much I love Ann Arbor. Everything is colorful...even the alleyways.
posted by Jocie at 12:09 PM
2 Comments:
I probably could have went without knowing every detail, but nevertheless when it's time, it's time.
Once while driving through the dreaded state we call Kansas, I stopped and pissed just to be able to say that I pissed on Kansas. Sorry if you have any special ties to the worst state ever.
Good for people to know.
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