September 23, 2005
gotta love connections...
I forgot about this for a while but I wanted to write about it so here it is.
On the trip home last week I had an mp3 disc playing in my car. It was a bunch of albums that are solid enough to listen to every track and enjoy every single tune. Here was the list:
AC/DC - Back in Black
Craig Cardiff - Happy
Danny Michel - Tales from the Invisible Man
John Mayer - Room for Squares
Kenny Chesney - When the Sun Goes Down
Paul Macleod - Live Electrically
Mudmen - Self-titled
Mudmen - Overrated
Sam Roberts - We Were Born in a Flame
Trews - House of Ill Fame
Xavier Rudd - Live @ Horseshoe Tavern (bootleg)
That should give you a good idea of the type of music I listen to. What struck me (and thus worth writing about) was the fact that with the exception of Kenny Chesney, I had seen all the other bands/performers live....and come to think of it...multiple times for the majority of them. It got me thinking how many awesome shows I've seen and how easy it is to forget that.
I'll admit right now that the majority of my music is probably obtained illegally. The main reason is that I can't justify buying so many CD's that are mostly crap. As well, I'd prefer to catch bands at concerts where a better percentage of my money goes to the actual band as opposed to their label (if I'm totally full of shit here, let me know...didn't exactly research this). Most of these bands I saw live and then decided to buy their albums...all the more reason to check out up and comers when it's cheap to do so. Small shows are more intimate and a ton of fun.
There's not really much point to this post....I guess I'm saying take a chance and check out the local indie talent. You never know what'll happen. The first time I saw the Trews they were playing a warmup nooner at the Bomber....on a Tuesday. Think about it....hahahahaha
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September 22, 2005
My last Wednesday
Wow, I drank at my last Bomber Wed for a long time....
It was sorta strange night. I talked to a bunch of people that I knew, and met a bunch of people that I'd served over my Bomber career. It earned me a few free drinks and shots, which I greatly appreciated, but at the same time I couldn't really believe that I was done. I guess once you've caught the bug, you can't really work on anything else. I'm glad I'm leaving the country cause hanging around Bomber any longer would seem old and artificial....
I love the fact that people appreciate how I served them and how they've acknowledged my bartending. I can only hope that I continue this when I'm down undah and add to my experience so far.
At the same time, I hope that I can work on stuff that I love while enjoying the party that will be Australia. No matter what, as long as I'm doing shit that's fun without worrying about the real world, I'll be happy. It might be great to make $100,000 a year, but if you're stuck in a shitty ass office doing it, you're welcome to it.
I guess I'm just a drunken entrepreneur....hopefully, I can come up with something that satisfies my need to provide good service....
So, good smile, great booze, nice continent....track me down. I'll be having a good time and always looking for a partner in crime...
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July 29, 2005
Last Bomber of my career...
So here I stand; my Bomber career has finally come to and end. Four years of incredible times, parties and memories (and lack of some memories) that ultimately had more of an effect on my life's decisions than any and all classes taken at UW. I should say that frosh leading with village, VOC, was intimately tied in with the whole Bomber process as the friends I made there were the best patrons and future co-workers that I could ask for.
For a bit of a recap, it started one Wednesday afternoon on the Bomber patio in July 2001. I was sharing a pitcher with Brent when my buddy Reuben, a doorstaff at the time, said that Pye wanted to see me in the office. Christine Pye (big proponent of the hoop earring) was a sup (pronounced soop) at the time and a classmate (or lab partner?) of Stashuk's. She asked me what I was doing that night, and I said probably drinking (who was I kidding, I was at Bomber every Wed and Sat). She said they were short on staff and asked whether I wanted a job? I took a few minutes to decide....I really enjoyed drinking at Bomber even then...but eventually the red golf shirt won me over. I'd always wanted one of the Bomber staff shirts.....and now I sit with 7 or 8 different ones in my closet.
There are too many highlights to cover in one entry (it'd probably require a book....hmmm) but needless to say there was a co-op term I almost failed because I spent so much time making posters for the bar, many a Thursday/Sunday morning dragging myself home or to work or class after staffs, a co-op term spent at the bar and 6 horrible months where the Bomber was closed...
...and now, I join the other Bomber alumni that I count as friends, partners in crime and inspirations: Stone Cold, Moose, Pye, Dilli, Loobs, Cheryl, Dee, Surf, Chizel, Uche, Gavey, Thudds, Sarge....the list goes on.....
I especially want to thank anyone I've ever worked with, anyone who ever bought a drink or food from me as well as anyone who saw me out and about and yelled Bomber!
I can only hope that anywhere I work in the future is half as fun as the one and only Bombshelter Pub!
Cheers!
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July 27, 2005
yet another WWW...
Well, it's time for another WILD WEST WEDNESDAY at Bomber where you can finally enjoy some pints to Kenny, Garth and Kid, while surrounded by students and not Kitchener's greatest 40+ country fan club. Come on out, get there early cause it's also the last Bomber of this summer.
If I still haven't convinced you, come out cause it's the last time you can see Clelland behind the bar at Bomber....yep, last shift, end of an era. But I'll write more about that tomorrow of whenever the afterwork celebration hangover disappears.
One last hurrah at the Bomber!!!!!
...and yes, I realize the date is wrong on the pic....it's from the last one.
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June 28, 2005
When liquour laws were more straightforward....
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June 14, 2005
The time has come....
Well ladies and gentlemen, it will be official in two days...Andrew Clelland will be a graduate of the University of Waterloo...an alumni! After 6 years at this fine institution they are kicking me out with a degree in hand. Of course, in poor planning, the Arts convocation ceremony is on Thursday, June 16th. Because of this, I will spend the convocation ceremony as I spent most of my time in class - hungover. Yeppers, it's a pre-convocation bash at the Bomber. My first Wednesday off this term and a great reason to party. Come out if you can for a great night and let me know if you wanna come and I'll breeze us by any lines.
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March 18, 2005
St.Paddy's!!!!!!
Now St.Paddy's day is for most a celebration of drinking green beer and being Irish for a day. Those of us in the bar industry just look at it as our busiest day of the year...and the longest. I spent 18.77h working at the Bomber this Paddy's day. And, the sore legs aside, it was a kickass time. The band was awesome, playing classic irish/east coast music and Great Big Sea covers. The toughest part was hearing them play Barrett's Privateers and realizing that the last time I'd heard it was when Brent, Ed, Harden and I were drinking Keith's at the Lower Deck in Halifax.
Thudds (the boss himself) spent some time in the DJ booth playing some good ole rock'n'roll. It was like it used to be on Wednesday nights back in tha day - people gettin tight and rockin' out.
At some point I found enough time to eat some chicken fingers and some cold fries. From that point on it was just busy. There never was a lull during the day. When it felt like it should be the end of the night it was still only 11pm.
Now that was a party. If I ever got my own place, I want it to be like that. Good music, good people and no bullshit.
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February 28, 2005
Halifax....the stories finally revealed!
The problem with great stories is always remembering how they start. If you fuck up the beginning the rest doesn't make sense. In this case, however, I don't think it's gonna make a helluva difference. So, let's just assume that the trip was conceived one night at the bar formerly known as Paddy's, or X-Pad as Brentertainment would call it. We were havin a good ole time gettin a little buzzed on some suds when the topic of reading week came up. Now, some may remember that the last time we were in X-Pad, it was still Paddy's and a couple of days before Alexandar Keith's birthday. We were hammered and decided to go to Halifax to celebrate. This, of course, fell through as it was mostly drunken banter. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing as the Keith's birthday bash at the Docks was a kickass, wild night out with the Bomber staff. Well, this time we did actually manage to go to Halifax, and it puts all those parties to shame.
The original plan was for myself, Hard-on, Brentertainment and Tim 'Moustache ride' Martin to head to Halifax after work on the Wednesday of reading week. It almost didn't happen cause Tim backed out and Brent was busy crunching numbers...and unfortunately rent was one of them. The Wednesday night actually got busy and before we were half-way through our shift Hard-on had found someone to take Brent's shift on Saturday and we were ready to head off. Along the way, we picked the best ever free-agent possible, Eddie 'the Boodler' Horne, who hailed from the great town itself. We finish up work and at 4am, leave the 'Loo for the birtplace of Keith's beer...
It was a long-ass drive but everyone was so pumped that it didn't matter. Hardon was passed out for the first bit of the drive. He wakes up and is restless for a bit and in a groggy drunken voice says, "I'm too excited to sleep", a-la pudgy kid from the Disneyland ad. About a half-hour outside Hali, Ed calls his house to let them know we're coming. His mom doesn't believe him so we figure she's in for a good surprise.
Thursday
We arrive at the house which is literally on the Atlantic Ocean. We meet Ed's brother 'Duckie' and his mom, Heather, aka Triple-H. The Duckman drives us downtown to Pitchman's at about 12:30. Brentertainment asks how much for a bottle of Keith's -$4. Then he asks how much for a giant pitcher of beer -$13, "We'll have that". The beautiful part of this night - as soon as it turns 1am, the drinks are a dollar. This is where the trouble probably starts. Ed runs into a buddy of his who is pretty hammered. Twenty minutes later he's getting carried out of the bar like a sack of potatoes. Pitchman's closes at 2am, so we head over to the Alehouse. Things are fuzzier at this point but the highlights include meeting up with some Marines from Georgia who left the bar with a bucket, running around like schoolgirls singing "we've got the bucket!", and kicking it down the street. The live band kicked ass and there were some friendly ladies in the crowd. We left the bar at closing time (4am) and some guy on the street turns to me and says, "I bet you a thousand bucks I'm gonna tag the fattest chick in Halifax tonight!" I then explained that this bet was in his favour and that I didn't really ever wanna see the proof to confirm it. He went on to say that he loves the larger ladies, with his last conquest being 270lbs. At this I turned and walked away, wondering how he finds out how much these large lovers weigh? We end the night at Pizza corner eating the best after-bar food ever - Donairs. We tried to go to the KoD (King of Donairs) but they were closing so we had to head across the street. I tell the guy behind the counter we'll be back cause I've heard they make the best donairs.
Friday
Friday proved to be an interesting morning. At some point I woke up with a coffee in my hand, reading a newspaper, wearing coveralls. The rest of this story reveals itself later on. Ed had to air out his SUV cause it smelled so much like donairs and HHH had to use it for some errands. We toured downtown around 4pm to check out a Keith's brewery tour. The next tour wasn't til 5 so we went next door to Alexander's Pub. Quite and interesting place; there was a Molson promo going on and tons of Molson signs up in a bar that is in the same building as the Keith's brewery. Couple pints later we head on the tour. It's done all in period costume which adds to the experience of enjoying some fine ale in one of the original pubs in Canada. Afterwards, we head to Pizza corner for a fine dinner of donairs. We had some time to kill before heading to the pubs so we checked out the Halifax Mooseheads, a QMJHL team. They were retiring Alex Tanguay's number 18 and the energy in the building was incredible. They play in the building that hosted the world junior's a few years ago and it is beautiful. Good game, the Moosheads kicked ass against Drummondville and they were even a few good tilts in the match. In the end, the Timbits hockey in the intermission showed more heart than the Voltageurs. We next head to the Lower Deck, which is possibly the best bar in Halifax. It's a small place, where all the waitstaff are guys carrying giant trays covered in mugs of Keith's. It's really impressive to see them carrying a tray that must weigh a ton. There's always live music and that night we were lucky enough to see Signal Hill play. They are probably the best cover band I've ever heard. Definitely check these guys out if they are ever in the area. We met up with a couple girls who were having a good ole time, east coast style. Turns out one was from Burlington, out there for school, and her friend who was visiting goes to Laurier and is a waitress at McMullen's. Small freaking world. The quote of the night definitely goes to Eddie though. This cougar sitting beside him says, "so you gonna go home with that Paris Hilton chickie?" (in reference to the girl from Burlington), to which Ed responds, "Listen lady, I'm not interested in that ass, and I'm not interested in yours, so wipe that damned scowl off your face and start enjoying yourself!" Which, of course, is damned hilariously ironic if you know Ed or have seen him attempt to smile. The Lower Deck closed early and we headed back to the Alehouse. Highlights there included drinking with Bubbles of Trailer Park Boys fame and Brentertainment picking up a girl with a boyfriend. Of course, he only found this out after Hardon had run wingman with her 37 year old co-worker (she's the one in the photo with Bubbles, with the grandmother's haircut). Hardon disappeared magically from the KoD without anyone knowing he'd left. He went back to her place, made a sandwich and went to bed. We cabbed it back to Eddie's.
Saturday
I'm awakened at 11am by a phone call from Hardon. He's been in a coffee shop since 9am and is too hungover to even read the paper. I tell him we'll be down to pick him up soon. Of course, HHH is out with the only vehicle so it's not until 1:30pm that we make it downtown to pick Hardon up. He spent 4.5h in a coffee shop but he was surprisingly happy. He even managed to get a shower (did he sneeze in it) at the cougar's place before he left. She was obviously not impressed. On the way downtown, Eddie asks me if I sleepwalk. I thought it was a funny question but you may clue in that I woke up drinking a coffee on Friday morning. Well the story that comes out of the event is that HHH found me scuffling around at 8am wearing Ed's stepdad's coveralls. It was at this point that I learned that I sleepwalk. My only response was that I was convinced it had been a dream. There are more details to the story but they are much more embarassing and incriminating so just ask one of the lads about it (Brent's response after 3 days). We return to Eddie's place where HHH has made us bacon'n'grill cheese sandwiches. Incredible! We finally meet Ed's stepdad, Jack Osmond, who has been around all the time but runs on the opposite schedule of us boozehounds. He's quite the character, sort of like Jack Lemmon and Walter Mathau combined. Jack and HHH take us out for dinner to Phil's (seafood joint, not the dirty ole bar). We close that place down and then head to the Split Crowe for a few pints...er, maybe it was pitchers. After that, it was still too early to head to the Liquourdome so we went to the casino for a bit. It's not the biggest place but it was full of 'talent'. Good scenery for those of us who aren't big gamblers...which Brentertainment is. He headed off to the craps table and Hardon hit up some roulette. The Boodler (Ed) and I just walked around lookin for some cheap blackjack. Couldn't really find any openings, although we did find $100 slot machines. We spent the next 10 minutes trying to figure out who would actually play these machines....cause most high rollers prefer to play classy games where they can show off. Slot machines are typically for old ladies spending their pensions one quarter/dollar at a time. I can only deduce that these $100 machines were for recently divorced, retired, redneck millionairesses spending their settlements as fast as possible. I settled down into something a little more comfortable - Nickel slots. Insert $5, and at least you get a ton of plays for it. It's actually pretty boring and I was getting tired of it, so I started betting the max just to spend the $5 worth of credits so I could leave. In the end, I was rewarded with a $20 pay-out. Now, that is a ton of nickels. I spent 5 minutes sitting in front of this machine while the tokens poured out, making a ton of noise. Everybody who walked by thought I was a big winner...then realized I was sitting at a nickel slot machine - talk about embarassing. To make things worse, the machine ran out of tokens and I had to wait for an attendant to replenish it before I could get the rest of my winnings. I'll stop complaining though, cause it's never a bad thing to leave a casino with more money than you entered with. Finally, Brent decided he had lost enough money, so we headed to the Liqourdome. This place is huge. Picture a central dance floor surrounded by 6-7 bars (not serving bars, but different atmosphere pubs) on 3 different levels. Definitely a giant entertainment complex. We headed to the top level, where Cheers was. Hardon was playing it cool, so he asked the bartender what a good drink was. She responded, "you wouldn't like what I drink when I'm out at the bar." Of course, this just sounds like a challenge to Hardon, who is never one to back down. Five minutes later, he and Brentertainment are enjoying two glasses of a fine red wine, while drinking double rum and cokes. We were a little disappointed to find out that we timed our night wrong and had missed the power hour earlier. Drinks weren't cheap but it turned out that shooters were. A waitress came up to us with a tray and asked if we wanted some shooters. Now, we don't typically hit up the shooters cause they're usually a waste of money....but these ones were only $1.50, so we got ten...and 5 minutes later got another ten...and this proceeded for a while until one trip where we took pity on the shooter girl for having to carry such a heavy tray. We did the whole lot of them. Things got fuzzy from here. There are flashes of doing four shooters at once and us continuing to act like tourists. It's ok though, that's the shooter girl and we were by far the best customers in the bar...and of course, the most entertaining. Now the only slight I see to East Coast hospitality is that bouncers out east are the same here...pricks with something to prove. Earlier in the night we had discovered that there was a no-hat dress code at the Liquourdome (I'm pretty sure they just couldn't handle the pure magnetism of Cowboy Clelland) so I had to check my hat and Hardon took off his toque. We were probably the last people to leave the bar - Eddie was talkin to his cute cousins who work there. We're standing at the door, obviously on our way out, and the bouncers tell us to take off our hats....give me a fucking break!!! It was like they felt we were threatening their authority by putting our hats on before we went outside - obvious case of hat envy. After leaving the bar we (obviously) went to Pizza corner to eat our last donairs of the trip. Here is a glimpse of some of the magic being made. We were pretty hammered when we got back at 5am and somehow a pillow fight started. It ended when Ed got stuck on the couch and we heard HHH wake up, at which point we all pretended we were sleeping. She came out to discover us giggling like schoolgirls cause we couldn't deal with Ed, crying for help cause he was stuck for no apparent reason, hanging over the couch.
Sunday
Ugh, hangover and a 17h drive home. Nuff said. Or is it....it's not. We discussed all our stories and couldn't believe that a place as magical as Halifax existed. The best part of the trip home was when we were telling Harden that the 37 year-old with grandma's hair was a grenade that he didn't have to jump on... cause the girl that Brent was trying to wheel had a boyfriend. Five minutes later, a lightbulb flashes over Brent's head and he pipes out (like a kid first finding out there's no Santa), "What if I was the grenade?"
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Halifax,whatever...I do what I want
...stay tuned. Stories to come!
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February 12, 2005
Bomber Girls Gone Wild
I recently had the pleasure of chauffeuring a group to Hamilton for 'Bomber Girls night out'. All I can say was that they put on quite the show. I will, out of respect, refrain from using any names to describe the debauchery that went down...after all, there is a reason that girls/guys nights out occur in other cities.
I used to think that the Girls Gone Wild videos were simply a spring break phenomenon based on entirely too many pina coladas and the wonderful atmosphere of Mexico/the Caribbean. In actual fact, it can happen anywhere. Just get a group of girls together (decent sized group such that they are likely to one up each other) add alcohol and a change of location to remove any inhibitions. The result - more bareass than Braveheart, and more flashes than a Star Wars flick.
The trip started off humourously with several moonings on the highway (and some flashing through a sunroof). Brent and I dropped the girls off at the bar around midnight and then drove a friend to T.O (she'd missed her bus). When we returned around 1:30am, it was evident that the girls were running the bar. All the local females were in a big hussy cause our gals had the attention of every man in the bar... how could they not? A big group of drunk broads in white tshirts and wife-beaters with dares on their backs and sharpies in hand. (Note: this is a great recipe for any party. You'll always remember your first white tshirt/marker party. If not, you can read about it...on your shirt)
I doubt any girl had to even buy a drink that night. Congrats ladies on finally putting together a girls night out. I'd say it was a booming success and tribute to Bacchus!
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January 17, 2005
Wild West Wednesday!!!
This Wednesday is the 2nd ever Wild West Wednesday at Bomber. The first one was last summer and was a blast. It's rare to hear anything but hip hop at Bomber (with the exception of the good ole rock'n'roll sets that DJ Disgrace spins to help me stay sane) so I'll be happy to hear some Gambler, Whiskey Girl and of course, Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy for once.
The best part of this upcoming Wednesday - You'll see me at the Bomber but it won't be behind the bar, I'm not working!!! I'll be there with chaps on... if I can find some. So let me know if you're coming out for some kickin cowboy/cowgirl fun.
ps: I'm still lookin for my whiskey girl
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November 16, 2004
Everything's bigger in Texas....
....including the hangover.
So the Texas Mickey Massacre went down and I'm proud to say that I'm still alive. As was expected, the night was a showdown between the teams of Cake, Joe Kennel, Shitko and Stiffler vs. Myself, Moose, Disgrace and Jay Dietrich. Our two bottles stood beside each other while all other teams watched in awe at the falling levels of rye in each. I may be embelishing this a little, but not by much as there were reports of other teams shocked at the progress reports of our rye. We were the only two teams to finish all their rye. This of course was not without cost as both teams defaulted in the end. I believe (according to other's accounts and video evidence) that I was responsible for our team's default as I came to rest on the lawn and was missing my consciousness at the time. Luckily however, Shitko, who was recruited from London, happened to be praying to the porcelain god around the same time. It was a shame that no champion was declared, because as Moose mentioned earlier in the night... everyone (who lives...) will be a winner.
On a side note, I'd like to thank Jay for joining the team. He stepped in when needed and gave his 110% effort. I hope that in his time spent down at the drunk tank he was the big spoon cause he certainly deserved at least that much for the great show he put on.
All I can say is that the video speaks volumes more...possibly because cameras are always sober. Toss your stories this way cause I would love to hear them.
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November 2, 2004
Unexpected Bender
So I've finally detoxed from the weekend. Friday night was a good time at Stiffler's dressup kegger. The beer was U-brew and was the worst I've ever tasted... but that really didn't matter after 5-6 of them.
Saturday was work at Bomber. Lots of lovely ladies in dressed up for All Hallow's Eve. Props to the balloon-breasted pageant girls for a fun night of sexual innuendos. After work, had a good ole staff gathering at Will's house. Almost like old school Bomber staffs. Highlights included porchclimber/batch done with 5-alive and freezies, Greek's incredible math/statistical knowledge of cards, Stiffler chugging a pitcher and Will being incredibly drunk/insane.
Sunday was a day of rest... at least the part in between drinking at Will's, sleeping for a few hours and heading to Brick brewery for a staff night out. Some good costumes all around and pure hilarity at Brick, Frederick Lanes, the Spur and Phils. I'll never forget Will H's party boy routine (and neither will Sarge or Marc), or Sarge's "Shaaaaark Attaaaack". Busrides were fun with some old school songs being renewed (days of the week, she's my lady in red, ole chicago). Surprises included Sarge being called to the office at the bowling alley and instead of being charged for damages, mischief, etc, we were asked to come out twice a month there... might be because of the fact we drank them out of rye and crystal on tap. At the Spur Stiffler learned that hot wings are very hot and that licking a wetnap helps quench the flames. I'm sure there are more stories that I'm forgetting but I'll let others post some comments to fill in the gaps.
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October 28, 2004
What happened?
So I'm going to call that Scotchtoberfest a success. I've heard from everyone there that they had a good time and that apparently I did as well. Stashuk's got some good pictures that sort of filled in some of the blanks....
...so I'm asking anyone to contribute their stories from that night so that those of us who are lacking can figure out what the hell we did....
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October 25, 2004
Scotchtoberfest (aka my birthday)
If you think you're up to the challenge, come out to the Bomber this Wednesday (the 27th) for some Scotchtoberfest fun. What is Scotchtoberfest? Well, it's a compilation holiday consisting of mine, Tim Martin's, Stashuk's and Bonnie's birthdays, held on a mutually enjoyable night... a wednesday night at Bomber.
If you really think you've got what it takes to get ring-tailed with the crew, get a hold of me for pre-bar details.
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October 13, 2004
Why Oktoberfest is Octoberbest!!
Apologies for the title, but I couldn't resist.
The first weekend of Oktoberfest has gone by and it was an F'in blast. Friday night, the party of choice was at Moses Springer with pretty much every single person from Waterloo that I know (Dave Pooley an exception, he's out of province... though probably there in heart). Hell, even Andrew Gall was out gettin...uh....fested. Props to Paul Lehmann for bringin some cigars. The annual smoking patio heart to heart with folks is a pleasant symptom of Oktoberfest. My only possible complaint would be to the genius who decided not to allow more than 4 drinks tickets to be sold at once. I can understand having to regulate drinking for saftey and liability, but that's what bartenders are for. I swear I waited 45 minutes in line to get tix when we first arrived.... at 8:30pm!
Saturday night was a bit of a blur, courtesy of our favourite Molson rep, Derek Fisk. He showed us the town, from jailbait beauties walkin around Queensmount to tons of beer and Canada's premier polka band at Concordia Club. The night ended with some more food and beverage at the Molson hospitality suite. We had a good crew there (would have been better, had, in my drunken state, I not 'outed' the beautiful Candace as being a Labatt employee...my apologies darling) who indulged in the hospitality. At one point, Paul Blakely, one of the Molson bigwigs popped in to suggest we quiet down the party a little. It may have been a coincidence that this occurred about the same time that Sarge, Fedy and I discovered the game "who can stay drinking from the kegerator the longest"...but I doubt it. At this point I cannot recall many more details - similar responses were shared by Sarge and Fedy.
Sunday night actually managed to top off the weekend rather well. We obtained passes (thanx Scotty McCannell) to Rocktoberfest at Queensmount... I mean really, who can pass up Walter Ostanak ANDthe Trews!!! The night started out a little rough; I had to wait a good hour before hitting my first drink, but after that we got nice and warmed up at Marc's place. When we got there we noticed that these guys were on the ball - 10 ticket max until 11:30, so of course, I bought 10 tickets. We all hung out and played pin the beautiful ladies until the Trews came on (not saying Walter didn't impress us). I first saw these guys play a free nooner at the Bomber last February and I've been rocking to them ever since. They put on a fucking incredible show. Between them and Sam Roberts, good ole Canadian Rock'n'Roll is in safe hands. After the show and 16 tickets, we had the brilliant idea to go to Phil's. There may have been some rye at home after that.... too much!!!
Thanks to Marc, Sarge, Fedy, Pat, Tim, Paul, Bee-rent, Stashuk, Wardo, Siddall and the rest for some kickass times.
Special thanks to Scotty and Derek for your hospitality.
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October 5, 2004
Happy Birthday Alexander Keith!
So some of the Bomber and Fed Hall staff took a little tour to the Docks in T.O. monday night to celebrate Alexander Keith's birthday. Wow, what a gongshow it was. Our host, Aaron (the Cheezman), took us through Guelph where we picked up some U of G barstaff and polished off 5 pitchers of Keiths.
The busride was of course, pure hilarity. We had to switch buses at some point so in the midst of the switch, half of us seized the opportunity for a washroom break. Sass was at the back of the bus and Haley almost squatted in his 'stream'. Sass was again the source of laughter when he could not make it to the Docks without the use of an empty Tim Hortons cup. This was purely an educational trip. For instance, Kristen learned that on a moving, bumpy bus, an empty beer can does not a toilet make.
At the Docks, the bus emptied and the parking lot was full of streams of rented beer. In the bar, we were given some beer tickets and more fun was to be had. The details of the whole night are a little foggy, but some highlights:
- Brent marching on stage with the pipe band
- Brent getting kicked out multiple times for being on stage
- Sarge and Sass telling the bouncer that they were going on stage
- The bouncer not caring
- A Guelph girl named Jess who seemed to have an unlimited supply of beer tickets... and the kindness to share them
- Kevin's absolutely horrible Scottish accent
- Nobody remembering buying beer but everyone being broke
- Grade A street meat outside the Docks
- The incredible teleporter that got us directly from the Docks to the SLC... or there might have been a bus with Sarge stuck in the luggage racks involved
- Cake getting off the bus... and then having a kind person inform him that he was in Guelph
All in all a great night. Tremendous thanks going out to Aaron and Labatt's for a kickass night.
Posted by Dr.Unk at 3:48 PM | Comments (9)
September 30, 2004
Monday Madness!!!
I'm having trouble staying away from Bomber on Mondays with their new cheap pints and appetizers. Oh, and of course how could I forget......Paul MacLeod live for two hours!
On top of a great live performance (surprise guests a possibility) and Monday night football on the bigscreen, I've been enjoying the $3.50 pints of beer... most notably Keith's. Follow that up with onion rings, popcorn chicken, potato skins (the list goes on), and my attendance to my Monday night class as well as my Tuesday morning class is being strained.
The really strange thing is that not many people know about it. The nights have been steady but not crazy in attendance. I guess not everyone can stand being in the Bomber as much as I do... I admit it, if they'd let me sleep here I wouldn't need to pay rent anywhere else. I think by the way that reads my train of thought got derailed. Either way, (I realize I didn't specify another one) there should be more people coming to enjoy football, cheap beer, cheap food, and a great live performance. Hell, my old roommate, Kyle Stashuk, drags his ass off his parent's couch (in Mississauga) to be here every week, so I think some don's or frosh could make the trip from rez (the night is all ages in case you're wondering).
At this point, I'm pretty sure that all my readership has been to one of these nights already (there's less than a handful of people who know this site exists), but I'm hoping that on the off-chance someone else might come across this and check out a great non-Wed/Sat night and Bomber. Great place to party hard but also great for just a chill night. Hope to see some new faces in the coming months.
Posted by Dr.Unk at 3:44 PM | Comments (1)