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

Change Of Plans

We gotta keep it brief. Our plans changed drastically changed while waiting for the bus at Memphis.

Our alternate plan was... Go through Memphis then St. Louis, then head west through Kansas City, Denver, Salt Lake City, Idaho (NO YOU DA HO), Portland, then to Paolostock and maybe one day home.

FUCK THAT SHIT

At the bus stop we decided that Chicago was a WAY better choice than fucking Utah.

So yeah, I'm in Chicago right now. Fuck you Texas! We're heading out of here tonight for Minnesota then no fucking idea from there. Milwaukee? Birthplace of PBR!

Suck it Trebek

-Cam

Ell AYYYYY!

Okay, no updates for a few days. Suck it Trebek.

LA was pretty tame compared to SF. We had to give our livers a break to be fair. Crystal has the rest of the photographic evidence of our COMPLETE and absolute anal domination of the City by the Bay.

We stayed in West Hollywood (WeHo) while we were in LA. No Bobby, I didn't go to Compton, or Inglewood. No I didn't see Ice Cube or kidnap Bill Murray.

What we did...

Skated Venice Beach.

JESUS FUCKING FUCK FUCK.

Yeah.

Amoeba Music. If you ever wanted any record EVER, they have it. I could have blown the entire cost of the oil spill in the South on music at Amoeba. I found an out of print Mastodon EP that I had no idea even existed. I thought I had all Mastodon up until yesterday. For ten dollars too. Fuck yeah LA.

LA is sprawling. It's wayyyyyy too over the top for some schmuck like me and I wish we could have had a little more time there, but I am happy with what I had.

Bobbs, the LA ditches are GNAR GNAR GNAR. But unfortunately full of water when we were there. Venice Beach though.... Just like THPS 1. Insane.

Jess, you would love LA. Make a week of time to go there, you would be in heaven. Go to Beverly Hills, Hollywood, WeHo and NoHo (North Hollywood). You'll be right at home.

Update on Bat Country to come later. As it stands, Jesse and I bought a 60 of Wiser's Deluxe for $27 from some store on Santa Monica Blvd. yesterday and we are in the process of drinking it poolside in the last free state. We're gonna need a typewriter.

-Cam