Last summer I took in my first game *ever* at Nat Bailey Stadium. Being a born and raised local that might come as a surprise although our little ballpark, neatly tucked away just south of downtown near Queen Elizabeth Park is lesser-known that I realized. It all starts with White Spot, really. Home of the […]

Sometimes I’ll make a totally old school remark that John just doesn’t get. This can usually be explained by the fact that he grew up in Iowa, and I was born and raised in Surrey and that some things are purely Canadian or even West Coast. For example, he has no idea who Hal Johnson […]

After camping last weekend I kinda thought that we would be taking it easy this week but that’s definitely not the case. On Friday afternoon I went out for a drink with work people – well more like the boss packed us all up early and lead us over to the Irish Heather for beer […]

When I was little we would drive through New Westminster every Sunday and pass the big, intimidating and scary-looking Penitentiary. Its high walls up on the hill above Columbia street over looking the Fraser were dark grey and seemed to span for miles. In 1878, the Government of Canada opened the British Columbia Penitentiary, the […]

I think we should have invited her to drunkcamp01…