Since so many others have eloquently designed a follow up summary of the weekend, I will present my verbose version.Chapter 1: Day One and a Long, Strong, Brown Beginning
(pictures will follow later, if any made it back without burning))
It all started “early” on Friday in a little town called Barrie. On a crisp and sunny morning, I was awoken by a strange buzzing noise that equated to my first ever received text message!
And from pmbuko no less! (Considering I never owned a cell phone before and still don’t, that is an amazing feat).
After a brief text ‘discussion’, the travelling troupe of four cleverly found their way to my temporary lodgings for our rendez vous. Three nonsensically tall lads (pmbuko, medic8r, TomTuttle) and the fourth cohort, oddly tranquil, almost somber (note that says “somber” and not “sober”; a401classic) arrived to meet me at the door as I was wearing nothing but my trusty and slightly torn Joe Boxer tighty whities with a near empty can of Lowenbrau nestled in my left hand.
Wait…scratch that last part; they were my Joe Boxer’ black briefs (they show less stains).
After a brief hand shake and intros, I proceeded to don some pants and went shirtless down the stairs to
- 1) let out my buddies’ dogs to urinate in the faint hopes of scaring away the nighttime skunks which sprayed his youngest pup two nights before (no Tom, that wasn’t skunky beer you were smelling, it really came from petting his dog); and
- 2) to show the traveling troupe my friend’s basement audio setup consisting of yep, you guessed it, Energy speakers (Connoisseur C7s and matching surrounds).
It was somewhere about this point that after an evening of beer ‘tasting
’, the lads decided breakfast was a must (apparently shopping for beer while hungry causes you to buy more beer). I suggested Tim Horton’s for a bagel B.E.L.T. but ultimately figured that Cora’s had a wider selection the incorporated fresh vegetable matter to help these boys get their intestines functional again.
After a hearty breakfast AND a conversation that ironically was REPEATED again on Saturday morning during the latter half of the first seminar (general topic re: the lost personal audio magic when a double blind test removes the myths that X sounds different from Y), we proceeded in a typical, Northern Ontario fashion to The Beer Store.Why typical?
Because the store only opened barely an hour before our arrival at 11 AM, AND the store already had a lineup of customers forming at the cash register.
The lads and I entered into what is the Mecca of many; a completely refrigerated store in which to shop for your beer (i.e., everything is already available cold!). We browsed some of the usual giant company selections and quickly shuffled past into the microbrews and regional beer fare. Tomtuttle grabbed no less than 6 different brands, which was nicely rounded out as the rest of us picked up no less than another 4 or 5 different brands each. After dropping something in the range of $200-$300, and with pmbuko wondering not only what the hell a “hot smoothie
” was, but contemplating his strangely incredible porno name (“Peter Buko”), we finally got on the road to Dwight.
Unfortunately our shopping venture and morning breakfast put me at odds with the golfing game I was to attend. I sadly had to miss
out on the Bigwin course but had I known that Ian was intending on only playing the back nine, and hence heading out to the lawns a bit later in the afternoon, I probably could have attended. I would say that missing the game was my loss, but in lieu of the golf game, a few of the newly minted Axiomite clan sat down on a beautiful Muskokas day, sipping new and tasty beers, enjoying the sun, each others company and a gorgeous view of a non-frozen freshwater lake that doesn’t making loud lapping sounds.
At least, there were no lapping sounds until Ray3 and Ajax showed up and then all the sipping, farting and general drooling just broke up the awful quiet of nature.
Oh if there were two guys that could break the laws of nature, I think it is Ray3 and Ajax. I do know that I damn near bust a gut laughing with Ray. The man has a sharp wit that could slice the two inch steak we were gnawing on at Saturday’s …oh, wait now.
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Ray3 and Ajax are too fine old fellows. I had reminders of sitting on the porch drinking beer with my grandfathers…when I was three
Ah good times, good times.
Hey, when was dirt invented anyway? I don’t think Jack ever answered Ray’s question.
Next up…Chapter 2: The Afternoon Blurs to Evening