My Balony Has A First Name...
I have returned successfully from Buffalo NY and have renewed ties with family that i've lost and/or neglected. We also hit a couple of bars and renewed reasons why I left the greater Buffalo area for the, while extemely cold and upleasant right now, sun and mentally sound Metro Denver Area. We drank in excess and played dominoes until the witching hour. We payed tribute to the passing of my grandmother and linked up with a couple of good friends.
We ate venison and cheese sausage for god's sake.
A few months ago, some of our friends relocated to the UK (North London area) for work and were given a disclaimer that needed to be read and signed regarding the culture and climate of the area they were headed to. It included a little statute about the weather bringing on depression and if they were prone to this mental weakness, it was probably not the place to go.
My dear readers, i place before you the main reason you should not go to buffalo for and extended stay. Gray, gray, gray and the people mirror the weather. More meatheads than a big 10 football school and attitude to match.
The Hot Toddy and I are rather happy-go-lucky drunkards and when placed in social situations will make at least 2-3 friends durring the occasion. On Saturday night, we did just that and almost got beat up by some irrate young lady who was, no doubt, regretting not leaving the cozy hamlet of North Tonawanda upon completion of her primary education. she didn't want to be Hot Toddy's sister.............she didn't like it that i was laughing upon exiting the bathroom.......she didn't want to give up her 80's wardrobe. What gives? We met a trio of very nice folks at the corner bar at the top of my mom's street and i believe it stopped there. Like vampires, they didn't want their pictures taken and they were suspicious of our duo. We could have been DEA or FBI collecting information on how folks in the Buffalo/Niagara Falls suburbs spend their off hours. And at $1.25 for an 8oz Yengling why wouldn't you spend your time like this.
I have returned successfully from Buffalo NY and have renewed ties with family that i've lost and/or neglected. We also hit a couple of bars and renewed reasons why I left the greater Buffalo area for the, while extemely cold and upleasant right now, sun and mentally sound Metro Denver Area. We drank in excess and played dominoes until the witching hour. We payed tribute to the passing of my grandmother and linked up with a couple of good friends.We ate venison and cheese sausage for god's sake.
A few months ago, some of our friends relocated to the UK (North London area) for work and were given a disclaimer that needed to be read and signed regarding the culture and climate of the area they were headed to. It included a little statute about the weather bringing on depression and if they were prone to this mental weakness, it was probably not the place to go.
My dear readers, i place before you the main reason you should not go to buffalo for and extended stay. Gray, gray, gray and the people mirror the weather. More meatheads than a big 10 football school and attitude to match.
The Hot Toddy and I are rather happy-go-lucky drunkards and when placed in social situations will make at least 2-3 friends durring the occasion. On Saturday night, we did just that and almost got beat up by some irrate young lady who was, no doubt, regretting not leaving the cozy hamlet of North Tonawanda upon completion of her primary education. she didn't want to be Hot Toddy's sister.............she didn't like it that i was laughing upon exiting the bathroom.......she didn't want to give up her 80's wardrobe. What gives? We met a trio of very nice folks at the corner bar at the top of my mom's street and i believe it stopped there. Like vampires, they didn't want their pictures taken and they were suspicious of our duo. We could have been DEA or FBI collecting information on how folks in the Buffalo/Niagara Falls suburbs spend their off hours. And at $1.25 for an 8oz Yengling why wouldn't you spend your time like this.
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