Okay, that was too much hate all in one post even for me so let me take another moment (my ass is numb anyway) to tell you a little something about a place I love. A magical place called Youbou. It's pronounced you-bo (like me and YOU and damn BO duke is hot! - I also love the Dukes of Hazzard by the way) which I now know for sure thanks to my extra swank friend who asked some guy in the mens washroom (after a few beers) just how to pronounce it. Good job senor. I personally prefer my way of saying it which is more like yeow-bow. As in YEOW-BOW. That's pretty much all I've got. But if you say really loudly and emphatically it's pretty sweet. Try it out. You'll like it. If I'd had a few more beers I might've tried to convert some Youbounians to my way of thinking but sadly it just wasn't to be. That time anyway. So yeah. I love Youbou which as far as I can remember consists of 2 liquor stores, a canadian flag bear, a portable tent (as opposed to all of those permanent tents - I'm such a knob) with a sign that said "we sell ice here" and a pub which was obviously my favourite part.
The pub was great. They played AC-DC. A lot. And at one point a middle aged woman got up and yelled, "Who won the roast? Was it you?! You? It was you?! You don't even live here! You're not a resident!" Luckily the roast winner quickly explained that she did live there now and would love to have everybody over for dinner to eat the roast before someone got hurt. It was a touching scene. Brought a tear to my eye. Who won the roast indeed. It was also fabulous because they had Keith's beer on tap. And god knows I love a cold pint of Keiths. And then we played pool on a table that was so close to the wall that it was awesome. I don't know anything about angles or whatnot but sometimes the stick thingy had to point almost straight up into the air because the wall was right there. It was cool. I won. And then I won again. And then I lost. And then I lost again. And then I won. But then I lost again. And again. But in between the winning and the losing and the whatnot I hopped up and down alot (when I didn't make the shot) and clapped my hands and did a little dance alot (when I did make the shot) and occasionally pretended my stick thingy was a microphone. All in all it was a good night. Unfortunately I have no pictures to illustrate my good night because I forgot my camera and SOMEONE didn't take any. Grrr. Whatever. I still have my memories.
Ooo, and then we stopped on the side of the road so I could look at the stars because it was the middle of nowhere and the stars are always better in the middle of nowhere. It was sweet. So there you are. I'm not completely filled with hate. I'm filled with hate and happy memories of Youbou (yeow-bow).
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