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The girls are out to bingo and the boys are getting stinko

Well, that title’s not true for a number of reasons:
- there was no bingo
- the girls were also getting stinko
- it’s now a Sudbury Saturday morning

We’re up in ‘the Bury’ right visiting Leanne and her brand spanking new (for us, anyway) fiancé, Derek. Their hosting abilities get an A+ so far due to a good dinner, freely offered beer, a quick tour of the city, and freely flowing jagermeister. Sadly, Derek had to work this morning, so he only got to watch, but he’ll get his turn to be stinko tonight. I was hoping I could see the wonders of the ‘beer ball,’ (a phenomenon localized only to Northern Ontario), but rumour has it that said ball contains two cases of beer, so maybe we’ll save that for another time.

That’s it for now. We’re off to lick the big nickel and abuse Leanne’s employee discount. Later.

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Anonymous said…
Sounds like a fun weekend - drink some for me, too!
5:40 pm
Rebecca said…
Of course you're in Sudbury on a weekend I'm out of town!

Whatever you do, don't let your hosts convince you the Ledo is a fine drinking establishment (unless you're up-to-date on your shots and are carrying concealed). The Townehouse is fun in a dive-y way, and if you're looking for something else to do, the locals might recommend you go to Copper Cliff and watch the slag being dumped.
2:53 pm
Anonymous said…
Only 2 cases? What a fucking gyp.
12:12 am
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