Bear Hugs

After Ty and I recovered from our chocolate binge, we headed around the corner to a Canadian bar called, the Moose, mainly to see if they had anything going on for Halloween but we ended up staying for some drinks. It was so nice to walk in somewhere for a change and get to speak English, this was something to celebrate. 

We made friends with these nice people from England who informed me that my favorite beer that I was enjoying at the time was an "Old Man drink" and that no one drinks it and its gross.  Mind you, they were drinking Fosters.  

They were also talking about being Pirates for Halloween, like Johnny Depp pirates because they are so cool.  Needless to say we were fast friends after they asked how we met... hey, I wasn't going to say anything.

I think the best part of the night were that the drinks were served by a boy named Bear Hugs. Well, at least that's what I called him and this is why. 

Ty said this morning,  "I bet that was his prison b*@&% name."

Nice.