O Canada, another year older. I’m a little baffled by the fact that I have travelled seven countries in two years, yet have not seen Canada outside of my own province (other than brief stopovers in Montreal and Toronto). In 6 days, I am embarking on a vacation to Ottawa, for one week of non-stop drinking and other family related activities.
Anyway, after that harrowing camping trip, I was in the mood to get shitfaced. And shitfaced I got.
Now, if you’re unfamiliar with George Street, then it is important to inform you that the street is the highlight of Newfoundland and possibly the world. Newfoundlanders who venture away from the province are likely to spend their time dwelling on how much they miss the pubs, even if they hate it, because only when you’re away from George Street do you realize how much you have taken it for granted. Honestly, you can’t find a better atmosphere anywhere. I feel like I say that too often, and I just might be overflowing with sheer passion and love for St. John’s, but take my word for it, mmm k?
The last I heard, George Street had over 50 pubs/clubs/bars back-to-back. When major holidays like Canada Day take place, the street offers a $10-15 cover charge and free access to ALL THE PUBS. It’s pretty sweet. My friends and I generally spend our entire weekends there, and practically every day as I pass by on my way to work, I spy another pub I have yet to explore. We often muse was that pub there before? But chances are we passed it hundreds of times and were just too hammered to notice.
Hey Rosetta! was playing on the street last night, as well as a few other bands like the Novaks. I hadn’t seen Hey Rosetta! live before, so I was pretty pumped. They’ve got some stellar tunes, Youtube that shit.
I joined Ani, Caper and a handful of other people all destined to get drunk. The concert was already in full swing when we got there, and I kept running into friends all over the place. After the show, we decided to go bar hopping and to check out some obscure bars often overlooked. We ended up at Kelly’s, Fat Cat, The Well, Bridie Molloy’s, the Rob Roy…until eventually we became so loaded that all we could think about was barbecuing some delicious wieners and hamburgers. Mmm, wieners.
I’m ending this entry on a rushed note because I’m off to get my boobs painted by my roommate. I had intended to stay in all night and be a good employee, but the boys suckered me into being a part of their O CANADA team, and now I’m wearing a white wife-beater with a painted “A” on it. This is gonna leave a stain.