“No beer is needed here!”
–anyone remember what this is from? anyone?
Thirty beers (or “thirty beer,” as we say in Canada) for under thirteen dollars (or “thirteen dollar,” as we say in movies about the Vietnam war) is pretty astounding to us Canadian boys, but better yet is the fact that you can buy said beer at an Oklahoma gas station called “The Git N’ Go.” Give me a yee, give me a haw. That was about an hour’s worth of driving humor for us right there.
You-Had-To-Be-There Moment #23
Oklahoma City is, like the song says, oh so pretty. We hit the Motel 6, and were offered a great deal on hot jewelry by a dissheveled lady living out of her car in the parking lot. Her sales pitch was great (one diamond engagement ring for thirty beer), but her demographic targeting left a little to be desired. Once in the motel, we set about drinking that beer, and got out Derek’s guitar to write some musical accompaniment to our adventures so far. This got stupid even faster than you might imagine, particularly because Derek’s muse (or the heat) required him to wear only his paisley undies.