Canadian Beer Makes Me Confused

man so I've been eyeing this Trois Pistoles beer over at bevmo just cause the label is looking dope. A friend tells me shit is dope and it would be a wise move to cop so the other day I manned up and grabbed a 4 pack of that and Maudite. I don't get this 4 pack bullshit, stupid ass fancy beer thinks it's cute or something but really it's fucking dumb. Anyways I copped and on friday decided to set shit off proper and crack 'em. Thing is friday was probably not the best day to test these brews out cause I hadn't set up a proper base for drunk. All I ate that day was a fucking eggplant wrap and a small bowl of pasta. I was seriously lacking but I figured fuck it at least this will be interesting tomorrow morning.



I throw back a few and realize these are pretty dope but kind of have these fruity after tones that are weird but not too bad. It's like someone poured some wine in there or something. Whatever though probably what I should have payed attention to was the 9% on the bottle. Oh and another thing these beers is that they are refermented in the bottle which means they are fucking hella foamy. Which for fancy's who like to pour their beers that's great but for dudes like me who want to crack one and throw down this results in sucks. I didn't notice this until the foam got all over the counter. I don't want extra steps between me and beer. Whatever though shit tasted good so I couldn't front on them too hard.



Friday night was also the night of the Collector (go here for pictures) show which was an Art show put on by Bomb Hiphop. It was a showcase of album cover artwork. Stef was showing some of her records and djing so attendance was mandatory. We got there and B.Cause was djing already which was cool. I grabbed some red stripes and got my hanging out on.


At some point the Canadian poison began to kick in. It also happened to be when I realized I didn't have lots of cash. Naturally I began to look for an ATM and apparently every fucking atm within a 3 block radius was out of fucking cash. I started to walk one I knew would be stocked but a long the way I got confused and ended up at my apartment wondering what the fuck I was doing at home. I went back to space gallery, still with low funds because I forgot all about that shit. After being there for a while I remembered I needed money so I went out front to talked to some people but my brain got all fucked up with flashes of faces and voices. Apparently Stef called me to help her with her records so naturally I went home. At home I was like fuck this and then went to an atm and began looking for a bar or something. I don't know it was weird and dumb as hell, fucking Canada.

The next night was Poleng Lounge for the Strangeface Crew show. I have some issues with Poleng the main one being the floor in the backroom, that shit is like ice and as an intoxicated person in attendance this does not make shit fun. A new issue is that the place is also a resturant and drinking beers with the stench of fish sauce in the air sucks. But whatever with that shit, on with an invaluable discussion of rap performances. The opening act were some kids who looked like 5 years ago were rapping about their lyrical swords of rap magic but now wanted you to get sexed in the club or something. It was not memorable. Strangeface is basically like who ever hangs out with Conceit and wants to rap or give him beats. Well not really but really that's what it is. So yeah a bunch of dudes got on stage and busted raps while I got faded and listened or yelled in someone's ear. At some point I stumbled out of there and hunted for a cab.

Oh fuck I almost forgot the main motivation for me to go out last night wasn't the alluring rap performances, it was raining and motivation was lacking, but the dumb ass girls in my building provided enough. See my apartment building is set up with this atrium in the middle, I think that's what it's called. The stairs go up and everyone's door faces out into this open space, so it's built like a tall square donut. Now the issue with this is that if your loud and at the bottom shit echos all the way to the top floor. Most people don't hang out in the center area or have their doors open so that's not really an issue. Now I said most people. Recently there are a pair of girls who I believe have moved in to their first apartment and are excited to be living in the big city. I was made aware by another tenant that the pair of Becky's like to speak in high pitched yells like they were drunk at their first prom or something. On thanksgiving the becky's had a party and their dumb friends kept leaving the door open so I got to hear all kinds of dumb shit. Thing is I'm on the top floor they are on the bottom and I'm hearing this shit through my door. I don't understand how the people next to them deal with it.

Anyways the point of this shit is that last night I'm chilling throwing back beers and the becky's had another becky come over to be lame with. They decided to smoke in the atrium which is bullshit because it's been like an unwritten law that people don't fuck around with their friends in the common areas of the building. Fools got a balcony, use it. Well these drunk girls get all pumped and I was blessed to hear the visiting becky yell "OH MY GOD THIS PLACE IS JUST LIKE MELROSE PLACE BUT WITHOUT THE POOL! YOU GUYS ARE SO LUCKY!" It was at this point that I decided my evening would be better spent away from dipshit motherfuckers.

It's those moments that I hate being the manager because I can't just yell at some of the idiots in my building when I really really want to.