From Detroit to Canada, the fun never stops.
Wow, what a holiday weekend!
Let's start off with the most recent: MONDAY (yesterday).
After a pretty short day of work which consisted of Heckman setting off the Detroit Acadamy alarm and us running like maniacs trying to turn it off which we then (Heckman mostly) had to get chewed out by the school janitor who now decided to show up about leaving a door unlocked, "I don't think you realize what kind of neighborhood we're in right now," and explaining to the Detroit police how the alarm went off, I felt the need to do something fun that night.
Last night I went to Canada with Schlager and Dave. I was the D.D. but it was still fun...until we left...
First we went through Casino Winsor and watched this amazing one man band who was crouched over with a drum set on his back, guitar in hand, and a harmonica by his mouth. Now maybe this doesn't seem too amazing to you but when a one man band can play "Brown Eyed Girl" and then blast out AC/DC's "TNT", it's something to cheer about.
After that, we went to a sports bar, ate, drank, then went to some clubs for the rest of the night. By the time we were..er..I was ready to go, Schlager and Dave were trashed. This is what I had to go through to get them to my car: public urination, Dave wanting to steal a parking cone, Schlager beating up a vending machine, Dave wanting to smack a police siren, multiple bums asking for money, two psycho drug dealers who Dave actually wanted to have a conversation with, and more public urination.
Once we finally got into my car, we went through the tunnel and waited our turn to meet with the BORDER PATROL. After a long wait, we were finally next in line. Yep, just have to wait for this car in front of me to drive on through and Dave sitting next to me says this: "I'm going to puke."
Me: "What--right now?"
Dave: "Yeah."
Me: "Crap man, we're nex...okay, open the door."
(Door opens)
Dave: "BLAAHHHKK!"
(splash sounds)
and now the car in front of me leaves.
Dave: "BLAAHHHHKK!"
(more splash sounds)
At this point, the people behind me are yelling things like "Move!" and the like. Schlager in the back seat is trying not to smell the nastyness while I'm trying to decide what to do. Dave finally says, "I'm alright," and closes the door. I gave him a small towel from my back seat and drove up.
The BORDER PATROL guy took our I.D.'s and birth certificates, looked at Dave and said, "Your friend alright?"
Me: "Uhh..."
BORDER PATROL: "Is he puking?"
Me: "Yeah, he's puking."
BORDER PATROL: "Make sure he cleans your car in the morning."
And we were off. Luckily the drive home only consisted of Dave spitting out the window. Unfortunately, the spit splattered all over the back door.
SUNDAY (the day before): Since I had shot a wedding all day Saturday, I relaxed most of the day. But that night I went to the Detroit Taste Fest with my buddy Dave (yes, that Dave). We ate some delicious food, met up with my brother, and got to see one of my favorite bands THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS play live and FREE! They were outstanding! Those Canadians know how to rock! It was a great night and Dave didn't puke this time.
Okay, now that I've taken up too much of your time, I'll leave you with this:
HAPPY 4TH OF JULY EVERYONE!!!!!
Let's start off with the most recent: MONDAY (yesterday).
After a pretty short day of work which consisted of Heckman setting off the Detroit Acadamy alarm and us running like maniacs trying to turn it off which we then (Heckman mostly) had to get chewed out by the school janitor who now decided to show up about leaving a door unlocked, "I don't think you realize what kind of neighborhood we're in right now," and explaining to the Detroit police how the alarm went off, I felt the need to do something fun that night.
Last night I went to Canada with Schlager and Dave. I was the D.D. but it was still fun...until we left...
First we went through Casino Winsor and watched this amazing one man band who was crouched over with a drum set on his back, guitar in hand, and a harmonica by his mouth. Now maybe this doesn't seem too amazing to you but when a one man band can play "Brown Eyed Girl" and then blast out AC/DC's "TNT", it's something to cheer about.
After that, we went to a sports bar, ate, drank, then went to some clubs for the rest of the night. By the time we were..er..I was ready to go, Schlager and Dave were trashed. This is what I had to go through to get them to my car: public urination, Dave wanting to steal a parking cone, Schlager beating up a vending machine, Dave wanting to smack a police siren, multiple bums asking for money, two psycho drug dealers who Dave actually wanted to have a conversation with, and more public urination.
Once we finally got into my car, we went through the tunnel and waited our turn to meet with the BORDER PATROL. After a long wait, we were finally next in line. Yep, just have to wait for this car in front of me to drive on through and Dave sitting next to me says this: "I'm going to puke."
Me: "What--right now?"
Dave: "Yeah."
Me: "Crap man, we're nex...okay, open the door."
(Door opens)
Dave: "BLAAHHHKK!"
(splash sounds)
and now the car in front of me leaves.
Dave: "BLAAHHHHKK!"
(more splash sounds)
At this point, the people behind me are yelling things like "Move!" and the like. Schlager in the back seat is trying not to smell the nastyness while I'm trying to decide what to do. Dave finally says, "I'm alright," and closes the door. I gave him a small towel from my back seat and drove up.
The BORDER PATROL guy took our I.D.'s and birth certificates, looked at Dave and said, "Your friend alright?"
Me: "Uhh..."
BORDER PATROL: "Is he puking?"
Me: "Yeah, he's puking."
BORDER PATROL: "Make sure he cleans your car in the morning."
And we were off. Luckily the drive home only consisted of Dave spitting out the window. Unfortunately, the spit splattered all over the back door.
SUNDAY (the day before): Since I had shot a wedding all day Saturday, I relaxed most of the day. But that night I went to the Detroit Taste Fest with my buddy Dave (yes, that Dave). We ate some delicious food, met up with my brother, and got to see one of my favorite bands THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS play live and FREE! They were outstanding! Those Canadians know how to rock! It was a great night and Dave didn't puke this time.
Okay, now that I've taken up too much of your time, I'll leave you with this:
HAPPY 4TH OF JULY EVERYONE!!!!!