Been awhile since I've posted anything, and there is an excellent reason for that. I've been nearly dead with exhaustion. I posted last saying that English and I were headed off on a bit of a vacation last weekend, and it was an adventure beyond imagining. We rented a car and headed out, to pick up our friend Matt from the airport, on the second leg of his world tour. Matt is from England, so I knew from the get go that these travels would result in nothing more than my liver losing a few years of my life. Oh if only I had known...I would have done it anyways.
First stop, Ottawa, our Nation's Capital, to visit Spyboy & Manhole. Spyboy was on his way back home for Easter, so we allowed him to show us around the City, as we planned our assault on the city for that evening. For those of you who know nothing about Ottawa, I will introduce you to the greatness that is the Market. In the city where I currently spend my time, we have a modest drinking quarter, something along the lines of 12 or 15 mediocre and basically pitiful establishments. The Market in Ottawa, is a literally a district. Filled with Pubs, Clubs, back out of the way establishments, everything. It is, in the most basic terms, a literaly utopia for a Drunken Poet such as myself. We wended our way back and forth, partaking in the evenings finest, consuming without regard for the state of our livers, our self respect, or most importantly our wallets.
Read more after the Break.
