It's not all me. It's not all my fault. I may remind you, but I won't take it all on.

So, I'm back from Winnipeg. We (Katie, Steve, Geoff and I) got back around 2am Monday morning which ultimately sucked since I was supposed to work at 8 and consequently woke up at that time which led to me being quite late for work... go figure. Good thing I work for my mom's company! Talk about job security... anyways, back to Canada. It was a long drive to the border and even a longer ride home in pouring rain, tornado/hail warnings. We left around 9:30am on Friday and arrived around 3 in Winnipeg, Manitoba. We stayed at a hostel, which was pretty sweet (not to mention cheap! $24/night/person!!) Upon arrival we journied out in hopes to find poutine (a must have Canadian treat). Poutine is french fries with melted cheese curds and beef gravy poured on top (aka heart attack). Tasty stuff. Of course, with most every meal the rests of the weekend, we partook of alcoholic beverages mostly because we could... no worries though, we remained responsible adults as always. Then, of course we had to go bowling because in Canada, they have 5 pins and balls the size of bacce balls. I lost horribly, and Geoff mopped everybody with his less than impressive bowling skills (considering he got in the 100's whilst other Canadians get in the 400's...). We even had bumpers! Of course, we also ordered a pitcher of beer. After bowling, we bought a bottle of wine and proceeded to drink it in the hostel while playing cards. We found out Katie is less than a cheap drunk. A vagabond can afford to get this woman drunk! She apparently is also a really bad kisser while drunk... but I won't get into that. Saturday we rolled outta bed sometime before noon and ventured out on the town. Scoped out the bars, played in the city fountain, visited the art museum (which I enjoyed and everybody else was less than amused). We continued to waltz around the city, dress up and eat at a nicer restaurant, made a star bucks run, marveled at the policemen standing around some kindof crime scene outside the liquor store, and then headed back to the hostel. It was still relatively early Geoff and I still wanted to stay up and soak up the not so foreign atmosphere that resembled a smaller version of the Twin Cities. We ended up staying in and throwing back a few beers with other travelers at the hostel. Ivan- from Sweden, Holst (?) from ... I don't remember, Caleb from Nova Scotia as well as Bill- the owner of the hostel. Sunday, we woke up at noon (we are such early risers!) and ventured out for the last time. Found some food at an Asian bistro (sounds odd I know, bistro must mean something different in Canada) which was really good and over looked the baseball game- to which we paid little to no attention to, but cool none the less. To end our trip, we took a tour of the capital building which was really cool. On our way out of town, we topped off our trip with another order of poutine and headed south towards home. Over all, it was a really fun trip. Amazing people. Great times. I'll do it again.