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.
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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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.