ROAD TRIP: The Eagle Has Landed

We finally made it to Barrie. In our infinite wisdom, we didn’t have a place to stay. We searched high and wide, yet every roach motel we could find was booked solid. Jeff had the idea to call up his stepsister who lived in Barrie. He hadn’t talked to her in about ten years, but it was worth a shot.

We lucked out, Jeff’s sister had a vacant apartment next to her place and we could crash there for the night. The trade off was, there was no furniture or beds. At least it was a roof over our heads.

We dropped off our crap, picked up some booze, and started drinking. It was late afternoon by then. I do not recall the name of Jeff’s sister, but her best friend Michelle looked exactly like Bif Naked. She was short, cut, and wild tats all over her arms. She was dynamite. A small house party ensued from there.

By 10pm, we headed off to The Roxx for a night of sin.

Samitch was so gonzo by then that he handed the bouncer his girlfriend’s health card without even noticing. The bouncer laughed at him and sent him on his merry way. Samitch arrived at the coat check a few minutes later, victorious at last.