This past weekend I took a road trip to chill with some of my boys and spread the word about this blog and our Facebook page! My activities were numerous. Our antics were possibly debaucherous. That’s not a word. Enjoy responsibly.

FRIDAY

   I woke up, packed like a banshee, scribbled down directions and headed out in a rental for some good times in K-W, aka Kitchener/Waterloo. After getting turned around a few times at the 401 interchange (thanks urban planning), I finally found myself traveling up the gut of Kitchener through its main drag, King Street.

Random things about Kitchener:

     - they have a street called Sportsworld Drive

     - it’s incredibly hard to find signs for Waterloo

     - the meat packing plant smells awesome!

     - there is a bar with a beach volleyball court

     - at least one citizen owns a pair of booty shorts with “Blah Blah Blah” emblazoned on the bum in pink gothic font. I saw her with my own eyes. 

   After winding through the Kitch, I met up with Erin and Pat, two jocks I met last summer when we played in a band together.

From the left: sax/voice, trumpet, and drums!

   After lunch we decided to go hang out at theUptown Waterloo Jazz Festival. I was wondering about the Downtown Waterloo Jazz Festival, I heard it’s crazy!

   Anyway, it wasn’t the best crowd… yeah, we showed up just in time for the “Jazz For Kids” set.

Bunch of teetotalers. Sheesh.

   We stayed awhile, but the audience wasn’t as receptive to men’s grooming products as I had hoped. They were, however, very interested in flowers, cool bugs and picking their noses.

   Pat and Erin took off for work, leaving me with open plans and a lot of AXE coupons to distribute. I beelined it to a university in the area named after Canada’s seventh prime minister and set about meeting the people.

   I got the DL on K-W from some dudes playing ultimate, then I caught up with a scrimmaging soccer team. I was headed to the bleachers when I spotted three guys, two girls and an octo-human.

…and with that, it was time to leave.

   The next leg of my trip took me through rural Ontario. Highlights:

     - Giant pig in Shakespeare!

     - Stratford, home of many theatrical festivals… and a certain floppy haired pop star

     - Dublin… Ontario! There were no awesome accents :(

     - Maxwell, which was well signed for their August Corn Festival. Tasty.

     - Exeter, the (temporary) home of my main man Ed! I picked him up on his broccoli farm:

This guy always gets his RDI of B9. Always.

   With Ed riding shotgun, we high tailed it to London to chill with our man Dan aka Triple Beam Dream’s house. Our boy Max drove in from Toronto, and the quartet of weekend awesomeness was complete: Dan, Al, Ed and Max. Our friend Keith wanted to come, but he had too many letters in his name and was deemed ineligible.

   All of us had a great BBQ and lively conversation with Dan’s parents (thanks!), then it was time to hit the town.

   We wound up at an awesome club where Dan’s friend was spinning under the clever moniker DJ Mister-e. Get it?

   He was good! The DJ area itself was 20 feet high, overlooking a big patio area with cushy VIP booths. Between the live DJ on the patio, the dance floor inside and the crowd that poured on to Richmond Street at the end of the night, we definitely met some fun peeps to party with. Here’s a video of our night featuring DJ Mister-e himself!

   We finished off the night with chicken shawarmas  and a jam session, which is how every night should end in my opinion. I crashed in Dan’s guest bed, pooped from my day of travels but giddy for the next two days that lay ahead. 

   Stay tuned…