Guelph 2001 - Windsor

The Princess prepares to enter Canada.	An interesting question since we're already here.	I don't know about this heaven stuff. I think I'm starting to get a rash.	Hurricanes. The beginning of our Windsor Adventure.	Not quite Taco Mac's stock in that beer cooler, but the good stuff here is labeled "Domestic."
Blankie sipping a little liquid gold.	Don't do it, Jeff. We don't want you skating like you drank one beer.	Photos of people taking photos.	Nothing clever to say here.	"..so I think I'm getting a rash..."
"How's my hair?"	Yo! Homies in the hood.	This is about as rowdy as we got, although we did carve "Atlanta Canucks" in a table top.	The lovely Kristal looking a bit bored.	So, uh, what are you guys having to drink?
They have such good beer here. Why do they import Miller products?	No, I wasn't talking about the rash.	---->	Mike and Kristal in Cherry's. What visit to Canada is worth anything without a night at the Grapevine.	Of course Mikey had to get in on this one.
Yes, Myra, there really is a Santa Claus.	I know him personally. You can sit on his lap and ask for stuff.	He speaks the truth. Sit on Santa's lap.	Well, Santa got his wish, at least.	Terri didn't. She was only a little afraid of us before she remembered us from last year. Then she was petrified.
(Ding) I've an idea. Beer.	Our new friends. Christine, Christa, and Maddy, with Wally, Mikey, and Andy.		Ham it up, Andy.	Maddy and Christa, with Terri watching over everything.
(Ding) I've an idea. Beer.	Mike, you look guilty. Very guilty. What did you do?	Blur vision. More or less what we were all seeing by this time.	Sy, in contrast to his brother, looking as innocent as ever.	On flight from Don Cherry's we found a freaky foaming fountain.
All the comforts of home...	...even Battlestar Galactica on the tube.		Shhhhh. I'm harboring a very large hangover.	"I need a bucket. A bag will do."