Boston. Brownstones. Beers.
This place is pretty cool. History everywhere, a constant reminder of those before us. And beer. Did I say beer?
Boston
August 30th, 2008Let the games begin
August 11th, 2008So here I sit, at the bar in YVR. The last official trip as a northerner heading south. Now I’ll have to be a southerner headed north. Wow, does that sound as sad to you as it does to me? Don’t worry, it’s not you, it’s me.
Unfortunately as I start my adventure, my brain has been kilt (yes, that’s right I said Kilt) by the boozes of last night. Apparently I should say things with wit and intelligence on this kind of thing but…
Well both wit and intelligence have abandoned me and I’m on my own
For that I say once again, it’s not you…
It’s you?!?!?!
Wait. Wat?
Nirab Nosbod
August 7th, 2008Welcome to stupid
Scottys Back!
August 6th, 2008Back where it all began. Missing Tetting, one of the original gangsters.
More to come…
Let the writing begin
August 3rd, 2008Here we go, the elements of unbelievability. But still so believable.
Wax On
August 1st, 2008The first of many completely random and mostly obvious observations from my iPhone. Oh no…
