After the concert we checked out a few places in our search for Spencer Krug. We ended up at Blizzarts even though there is probably no way they’d let him in with his metaphors.
We ended up hanging with a birthday party. I’m going to pretend to not remember the rest:
Sometimes it’s a train trip and a plane trip. 3000 miles to see a band and hang out with your buddy that you haven’t seen in 6 months.
But it still feels like a road trip. It has that familiar sting:
This is what happens when you disparage the Quebecois. They are a [...]
I know we’re not supposed to get sappy on a road trip, but Banff just brings out the girl in me. Ten years ago, when I left Banff (and the girl), my housemates took me out on my last night for fondue at the Grizzly House. It’s a Banff institution, once it was a rocky [...]
I grew up in Saranac Lake, NY during the 1980 Winter Olympics… When I arrived in Banff, it felt like home. The mountains are a bit taller, the visitors a bit more international, but it’s got the same soul – happy people, skiing, drinking and good, clean air.
I’ll miss you, Banff. I will be back.
Yum. Nothing says breakfast more than bangers and mash.
This is the place we couldn’t get into last night… Love the skirts and knee-highs….
So Zoo decided to go black again today… and eggplant is close, right? Still gets a NOT FAIL. It takes really bright light to reveal the real hue.
