When I first saw the itinerary, I was really excited about the timing of the trip because we got to be in Canada for Canada Day and the program ended on Independence Day so we could be back stateside for fireworks. Baller, right? Too bad all of Quebec pretends Canada isn't real. Canada Day here was actually Moving Day, which is when literally EVERY annually renewed lease ends/begins, so there were mad crazy amounts of people with moving vans blocking all the roads. Good thing we walk everywhere, or it might have actually bothered us.
I was very disappointed that there would be no occasion to wear my new Canadian flag as a cape and smear paint into the shape of a maple leaf on my face, so I settled for going to Brutopia for the organ jam once again. The guys bought shots in bulk and I tried a honey beer and watched them down their shots in rapid-fire mode. Here's the aftermath:
After a little liquid courage, Evan sat in on drums in the jam and did JMU proud!
This is the organ, complete with a monitor so that we could watch what his hands were doing - pretty cool, minus the Habs flag on the ceiling. I kinda wanted to burn it. Sorry not sorry.
This guy... rocking the guitar but far too much grease in his hair to be intentional.
... plus he was basically wearing bowling shoes. Oops.
Two raspberry blonde beers later, I looked outside to the bar across the street, and lo and behold - Canadians celebrating Canada Day! Mike and I ventured out, and I explained that we were Americans and we were SO happy that they were celebrating this most important holiday, and that documentation of their awesomeness was necessary.
Canadians love alcohol, and they love their country.
All in all, top night. Thank you, Canada/Moving Day.
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