08-06-2004, 02:27 PM
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08-07-2004, 02:50 AM
True Story.
Friend of mine goes on business trip. He's making stops all over Europe. We have friends in Amsterdam, he decides to drop in on them. Problem, no address, No phone number. All he knows is, they live in Amsterdam and they live up the street from some famous cafe, the Green House, I believe.
So he jumps in a cab, has the cab go to the cafe. Gets out.
"Now what?" he thinks... Then he hears it in the distance: Blow at High Dough. Followed the sound right back to their place. Apparently, the Canadians were eaiser to find than he had thought...
Sunday
Friend of mine goes on business trip. He's making stops all over Europe. We have friends in Amsterdam, he decides to drop in on them. Problem, no address, No phone number. All he knows is, they live in Amsterdam and they live up the street from some famous cafe, the Green House, I believe.
So he jumps in a cab, has the cab go to the cafe. Gets out.
"Now what?" he thinks... Then he hears it in the distance: Blow at High Dough. Followed the sound right back to their place. Apparently, the Canadians were eaiser to find than he had thought...
Sunday
08-07-2004, 09:03 AM
Sunday_Gamer Wrote:True Story.
Friend of mine goes on business trip. He's making stops all over Europe. We have friends in Amsterdam, he decides to drop in on them. Problem, no address, No phone number. All he knows is, they live in Amsterdam and they live up the street from some famous cafe, the Green House, I believe.
So he jumps in a cab, has the cab go to the cafe. Gets out.
"Now what?" he thinks... Then he hears it in the distance: Blow at High Dough. Followed the sound right back to their place. Apparently, the Canadians were eaiser to find than he had thought...
Sunday
That's actually how we found Hugh's place in Wasaga. We were stumbling around the Inn, asking strangers on their balconies: "Are you Hugh?" Until I heard the strains of "Poets" around the corner...
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