Socials eh?

This weekend at the Morden national, I found myself in a tattered old gymnasium sipping bottom of the barrel booze from a plastic cup that I was very careful not to put too much pressure on, it may have crushed under my immense strength. You're probably asking yourself why I was in a gymnasium while at a pro national motocross race.

Well, I was conned into going there. At first the word was that this "event" was a yearly thing where all of the moto guys got together during the national so, naturally, I was in. When we pulled into this joint I was slapped with a $9.40 cover charge, $10 Canadian, and thrown into one of the most awkward situations I've found myself in to date. Apparently, when Canadians get married they have a large gathering before the wedding where they sell booze, raffle tickets and more booze. The tricky part for an unsuspecting yank like myself is when someone says, "Hey do you want to go to a social?" Dirty trick, I know. It turns out that these "Socials" are all the rage in Canada and, I'm about 68% positive that the entire town of Morden showed up as well as half of the motocross pits. Lets not forget that the legal drinking age in Manitoba is also 18, which almost guarantees a certain degree of hilarity ensuing.

Rusty Dean and I ended up slamming a good deal of 88 brand whiskey and really enjoying this entirely new experience in the great white north. Also, when you order a drink you get the aforementioned cup with only liquor in it, and then you add your own mixer. Another fun fact that was a little odd the first few times I strolled up to the lunch line/Bar counter.

When we first arrived at this old arena, I wasn't too pumped to spend the evening with Aunt May, second removed from the bride's roommate, but it turned out to be an epic event. There were trendy Canadian single girls everywhere and it was overall a killer time. Who knew that a pre-reception for two complete strangers would end up being blog worthy.