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Location: greta white north
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every road trip i've been on has been a blast...

montreal... SupEr seXE!

bishops university... drive through the u.s.(us dumb canadians dopies)

when i used to sail it was a full summer road trip +sail + party (any of u sailors it was the Byte class, aint no pussy yachts)

and my recent one, Qubec City... this is an excerpt...
[edit: whut's your road trip story?]
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03-14-2002 06:53 AM (the time i got home)
road trip...
So it's Wednesday. I just got back from a road trip I decided to take on Saturday with 2 dudes I know.

High Schools all around the province of Quebec go with this Breakaway Tours line to Quebec City to pretty much party for their March Break.

About 10 of us took a road trip up there to party for a week. It was a fukin blast. I got buzzed up the Sunday night we got there and went to this crazy ass bar called the Dag'o'bar(that's how it's pronounced). I was a sane that night. But the next night I drank 8 beer before we all went downtown, back to the Dag.

This bar was amazing. All kinds High School folk(chicks) around dancing, drunk, partying, having a good time. Well I got their all liquored up that Monday night, drank some more beer, danced around with friends, split a cap of E with a bud of mine and got more 'nice' dances with lots of girls(got pushed away hard twice though)...

Went back to our hotel we were staying at, smoked some doobies with this nutty kid called Blackwood and this jolly fat guy named Kris. Kris passed out and I was trying to wake him up, but he wouldn't. I would open one of his eye lids and look at him straight in that zombie eye and say "Kris! wakey wakey!.... Hello? Haalloooo?"

He'd then proceed to try and shut his eye lid. But couldn't, and would squirm away then. This striked me as kind of 'fuked up' because he was still awake in his mind so it seemed, and could see me, but would not respond in the manner someone in a waking mind would normally do. He just layed there and let me fuk with his mind, so it seemed. heheheh i should of wrote on his face with a marker.

Then we got a call from a bud that was a bus captain for Breakaway tours at his hotel, and told us to come party. Me and Blackwood proceeded to leave at 4am to who-knows-where when shit got screwy. For some reason I thought everyone was putting a show on for me, and I was catching them. This is too fuked up to explain cause I don't know. Like god, or life, or whatever was against me, or I knew what was going on.

I wandered off, got picked up on an off ramp by a friend(by the way, this is what I remember). Got back to my hotel again, and me and Blackwood tried to go to our buddies hotel again. We finally got there and snuck into the hotel. Got on this bottom floor and walked around the corner and met up with this guy giving a chick a piggy back around the hotel. "Where the fuck are we," I asked the dude.

"Beats me," he said.

Man that was funny. Then I went up stairs and got caught by a security guard and ran out of that hotel. Blackwood was gone. I walked back to my hotel seeing it was only a 5 dollar cab ride there. Got back and passed out.

The next day I had the worst head ache/hang over. All of our friends at my hotel checked into the hotel our friends on Breakaway tours were staying at(this was last night). I was sober seeing how I couldn't stomach any liquor what-so-ever. I was planning on chilling at the hotel with other people, walking around with drunk idiots and meeting new people. Well to sum up a long story, around 8 hours after we all checked into this hotel we got booted out. Rooms 902,903 and 904. They had roughly about, I'd say, 20 cops there to boot us 10 guys out. We got pictures, I'm planning on scanning them to post

None of these people are my close friends by the way. I went up with 2 buds, one dude is a guy I'd call a pretty good friend though, the other is a nutty lil thug called Blackwood. The other 7 dudes are respectable people. I was so glad to come home the next day(today), but the drive home sucked. That last 2 hours of the 10 hour drive Blackwood drove(his car by the way). It was rainy and dark, and he hadn't slept from the night before (he was drunk and popped E the, got kicked out of the bar for beating up some guys, and then dropped a hit of acid at 5am to then get arrested). He came back to the hotel at 8am still whacked off his tree. We started driving home at 10. Shit, I rambled on there.

Well anyways, in that last 2 hour drive I literally got scared to death around 10 times. I was too burnt out and I can't see well to drive. The other guy can't drive.

Well I ended up getting home safely. I went to have a shower and noticed a zit on my dick. It really looks like a zit too. I'm going to the doctor tomorow to check it out. And if it's that bad I'm never drinking or doing any of that shanagins again.

I'm dumb and happy right now, it was fun.

I don't have the conclusion to this story yet, but I will in due time. I can honestly, postively, for sure say I remember the whole Monday night, but I'm kinda looney.

If you'd like details on anything like how I think we got kicked out, and would like a story, just ask. Quebecois sucks. Did this story make any sense?

03-14-2002 08:24 AM
i forgot...
On the ride home about half way through, we had to stop at this police-check-up in the middle of the high way. I was driving then(with no liscence) and luckily swapped with the nut head who owned the car.

A dog sniffed our car out and didn't even find the 2 joints we had in there. It was a voluntary sniff-out, and for some reason we volunteered. I guess they sniffed out a lot of illgeal guns

The cop who was nice to us knew what the 'Dag'o'bar' was and smiled when he remembered his fun days.

Thought I'd add that...

Oh yah. The buds I drove up with said on the drive up there I slept with my eyes open part of the way. They said I looked like I was possessed I remember hearing some stuff they were talking about while I was asleep.

Road trips are fun

03-15-2002 09:57 AM
conclusion...
When I was sitting in the back seat of the car on the way home, I looked at the distant horizen out the window. Flat farm fields with distant valleys covered in trees, surrouded by mist of a cloudy hour. I could see for a couple of miles. Life is a long journey, and those couple of miles walked would have been a long journey.

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Dude, Bytes *are* pussy boats.

(49er sailor here)

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so whut that was back in grade 10, if had kept going(like i should have) could went into laser for a couple of years...
Laser = teh fun

my uncle helped design the 29er, yay for me!

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