The End?

So, here I am, sitting in my room in Vancouver. My roomie said to me, "You should do an outro entry, letting everyone know that you guys made it home and stuff." Here goes!

After leaving Saskatoon and arriving in Ponoka, AB, Cam and I actually skated for the first time since Los Angeles. A new skate park had just been built, so it was kind of a fun experience. In fact, that's pretty much all that we did in Ponoka, minus hanging out with my old friend, Jace, for part of a day. I miss that guy.

Oh, and Cam got his first hangover of the trip! Yeah, seriously, one night of drinking with my old crew put Cam over the top! He even threw up! He didn't actually wake up til 3pm! PONOKA'D!

So yeah, after Cam fought off his hangover, we loaded up a bunch of equipment with my brother and mother and headed off for Bluesfest 2010. I used to play at it every year, but then I moved to Vancouver, so I haven't been to it in about 4 years. It was fun coming back to it, free food and music! Cam and I didn't touch booze this night, though. Our bodies couldn't take it, so we just ate a tonne of food and enjoyed a relaxing evening that included someone riding a wheelchair across a GIANT FIRE. Good times!

On Sunday, July 4th (MR. EAGLES BIRTHDAY), at about 3:30pm, we boarded a Greyhound in Red Deer, AB, bound for Vancouver. We stopped for about an hour and a half in Calgary, checked out Millenium Skate Park and just hang around. We then endured the worst bus trip, in terms of sleep, through the Rockies through the night. At roughly 8:15am, July 5th, we stepped off of the bus... just shy of exactly 30 days after we had boarded a bus from the exact same platform.

So, where did we head?

BON'S! Where the hell else would we go?! That was a nice welcome-home.

Now I need a job.

And Cam needs a liver.

Any takers?

I sure hope that this isn't the end of the adventure.

Suck it, Trebek

Minneapolis!

The song - Tourette's
The word - Puke breath....shoes
The place - Butt country

Our last real stop in AMERICA! HOME OF MR EAGLE

We got off the bus from Chicago to greeted by the lovely Crystal. You know what was on her license plate?
A fucking EAGLE. YEAH. Jesse shit a brick.

First stop? Sculpture garden to see a giant cherry on an even bigger teaspoon. It was here that the three of us came up with America's new economic action plan. Similar to the make work project of the 20's of building America's intensive freeway system, we decided that everyday the giant spoon should act as a catapult for the cherry, launching it towards city hall, destroying it everyday, then re-building. Imagine the jobs! At least 40 people would need to co-ordinate their efforts to all jump at the same time to launch the cherry far enough. Then the clean up crews, rebuilding labour, medical staff and eventual protestors. Hundreds of jobs right there. Get to it America.

Soon after this (and a much needed shower) we found ourselves in a pontoon in the Missisipi River being fed a booze they called, "River Water". Wait what? Jesse and I thought about how ridiculous it was that THIS was how our invasion of America was ending. Drinking free booze on a boat in the middle of the ol' Missisip. I was trying to convince everyone that I would wrestle and eventually tame an alligator for the purposes of extended travel down the river. They told me there were no alligators. You know what I have to say to that? Suck it Trebek.

So two River Waters and three alligators later, we ended up in a hotel room, Jesse making out with at least eighty guys again. We had the most booze I've ever seen there. Especially for three people. A 60 of gin, courtesy of Jesse and I, Crystal brought like... 6 bottles of booze. I can't even remember what she stocked the fridge with. What a babe.

No we didn't finish it all, Crystal was not impressed and told us we drank like we were from Montana, not Canada. Keep in mind this is the girl that helped us wizard staff the fucking roof in San Francisco.

We left at 8 this morning bound for... don't judge... MANITOBA, THE PUKE PROVINCE

Please excuse me while I vomit all over my shoes.

-Cam

Meeting Mr. Eagle at a Wizard Staff Party

Did last night really happen? I SURE HOPE SO.

Yep, Cam and I made some freakin' great pasta after the most long and annoying search for groceries EVER. Little, old Chinese ladies kicking our shins, stealing our meat. Just you wait, we'll show 'em what we're made of..... NAPALM.

So yeah, we walked/skated around pretty much all day. We ended up catching a trolley to Castro to get Cam's mom some really gay postcards. BEST STORE EVER. Cocks and postcards have never been so good together. Finally making it back to the hostel with the ingredients for pasta and a 12-pack of PBR, we were ready to blow some stuff up. As we began to prepare our food, we happened to start talking to a girl that was in the kitchen. Her name was Crystal and she was from Minnesota. Did I mention that she kicked serious ass?

Okay, she kicked serious ass.

Beer began to flow and pasta began to cook. We invited Crystal to join us, along with David and friends. I think that David has a man-crush on me. Hot. Sarah (from T.O., that we met in Portland) also came by! Awesome! The pasta turned out great, by the way. WIN FOR TEAM CANADA... or, is that... CAMada? Whatever! Cam brought out some cards and Kings became the name of the game. It was at this moment that Cam remembered our roll of packing tape that we brought specifically for Wizard Staffing. The night rolled on, and so did we. Four 12-packs for PBR later, we managed to have the entire ballroom cheering us on. WE HAD TO STAND ON THE TABLES TO DRINK. We ended up combining all of our staffs to create the MASTER STAFF. Yes... it touched the roof... in a ballroom with 30ft ceilings! I have to find visual proof. Sadly, I ended up having to cut it apart.

Jesse - Hey man, you have to come see this. I need to know what to do.

Hostel Worker - Uh... wow. If my manager was here, I'd get them to hang it on the wall or something. Sadly, I have to break your heart and get you to pull it apart since they aren't in until tomorrow.

And then my heart broke.

AND THEN......

We woke up at 8:30, I cracked a beer, we had breakfast and went out into the city with Crystal. Booked our tickets to LA and walked around a bunch. As we were walking, this nugget of solid fucking gold dropped from Crystal's lips.

"Where are you from, Mr. Eagle?"
"AMERICA"

And thus, we were introduced to Mr. Eagle. He will now be an important part of our lives.


So long, and thanks for all of the beer, San Fran. It was fun.