Man...another thing to try not to lose when I go north of the border.
Go across the Peace Bridge and stop at the beer store for two cases of Molson Diamond....head to the beaches all day and chase chicks and jump off high dives.....head back to the King Eddy for a few more Molsons and a lap dance or ten and a few hillarious session with Tons of Fun....and back across the border with no money, brain cells, liver or sense of being.
Oh, this isn't 1980?