Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Whiz Stories, # 1
Back, 20 years ago this month, my old friend Dan and I decided to take a road trip to Toronto-- I'll be blogging a little more extensively on this trip, and our attempt to purloin a Canadian national treasure.
Being the young guys that we were, we spent a good deal of time in the taverns of Toronto, consuming Molson beer. The highlight of the trip came the last night when we saw a Black Sabbath cover band that had a singer that looked and sounded more like Ozzy Osbourne than Ozzy Osbourne himself.
We were, of course, concientious imbibers, and took Toronto public transportation every night to the taverns and back to our hotel in Etobicoke every night. One night, it was a particularly long walk to the trolley, and we realized that we had to, um, release some of the beer we'd drunken that night. It was then that we discovered a key difference between downtown Toronto and Chicago: we have alleys in Chicago.
We continued walking on toward the trolley station, increasingly desperate to find an alley to duck into and take a whiz. Suddenly, we spotted a little alcove in a building. We ducked in and took care of business.
As I finished up, I looked up at the sign on the building and started laughing. Dan looked up to see what I found so funny. He started laughing loudly too.
Our beer-generated streams of whiz were going onto the Women's Christian Temperance Union building.