Get The Trapper.

This will be my last entry until Monday. After my bitter post demanding personal vacation time a week ago or so I took advantage of Mar’s offtime tomorrow and Friday to book some time at the cottage of my friend Craig. This usually involves relaxing, sitting around, fishing with lobsters (don’t ask), and at least one evening of excessive libation inhalation. I blame this on the poor influence of Craig who I once witnessed drinking 38 beers in one day. Regardless of all this, it’s four days in the calming surroundings of Echo Lake in the Muskokas where I will continue my five year quest to catch a fish. Little mofos are going to bite one of these years. ;( And for those of you thinking of breaking into my house and stealing my white tequila I say POO POO! The watchful eyes of a friend of the family will be here to guard over my house AND imported alcohol collection.

I’m going to chalk up the AudioBlog experiment as a rousing failure seeing as I didn’t get ONE comment in the comments area – Kip, the nice guy that he is, at least proved he listened to it with a Zonkboard post. As for the Trapper…

Kip can correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m going to guess this is dating circa 1993 or so. We could drive, I remember that. We headed out to Bramalea City Centre where we went shopping for stupid toys. We each got a Nerf gun with foam darts and a Cookie Monster figurine. We then headed to the Beer Store with the intention of buying something we’d never heard of. We scoured the wall until one of us noticed a bottle of “Niagara Trapper” featuring a non-glossy label housing a drawing of a lumberjack kayaking down a river. This was the winner. I walked up to the cashier and requested a 6 of Niagara Trapper. His normal process of glazingly repeating the order through the microphone without so much as looking up was stirred when he realized what was happening. He glanced up and asked “Niagara Trapper?” I said yes, and pointed towards it. He gets on the mic and announces “get the trapper”. THE Trapper. We headed to my house with “the Trapper”, chock full of an inch high layer of dust, our toys, and decided to order the “ultimate pizzas”. I have no idea what was on them, I just remember they were medium pizzas from 241 and each had to have about 7 toppings. We then shot our Nerf guns, ate pizza, drank Trapper, and played electric guitar while watching TV and recording everything on audio cassette. I distinctly remember one conversation detailing how “hot” the girl in the Freedom 55 ad and other assorted ramblings of 19 year olds who had just eaten their weight in pizza, drank their weight in Trapper, and shot each other silly with Nerf foam darts.

Coming next week – the even more entertaining tail of Kip being pulled over by the cops while walking a block back to his house with an armful of Trapper empties and a bag of toys. :) Actually, Kip, if you’re reading this – send me this account in your own words and I’ll post it up. hehe..

See ya later, all – have a great weekend! Don’t forget to visit me again on Monday, show me some love. :(

Cheers!