The call came at 12:45 that the load of guys from Waterloo would be passing by Milton shortly.  I packed up my stuff and abandoned my family who hadn’t quite finished the tee-ball end of year extravaganza.

Aww, isn’t that cute?  Anyways, I met Darryl, Graeme, and Tim at the carpool lot on the 401 where our adventure continued.  We met the rest of the guys downtown.

Stop number one was a tour of the distillery district on Segways.  The tour itself was marginally interested (as expected) but zipping around the area on Seways was really fun.  The tour began with a lesson on how to ride the Segway and a short obstacle course.  It’s a fairly simple process of leaning forward to go forward, leaning back to slow down or back up, and twisting the left handlebar to turn left or right.  After passing our compulsories, we were off in a line touring through the area.  Comments from other tourists in the area ranged from “that’s really neat” to “do you realize how dorky you look”.  Yes, by the way, we realize how dorky we look.  My favourite was a bride getting her wedding pictures taken who took a second away from sucking on her cigarette to yell out at us “hey, I want to ride on one of those!”.

We finished the tour and headed to Steamwhistle for a brewery tour.  It turns out that they take water, barley, hops, and yeast and transform it into a magical beverage .  When we arrived at the brewery, they handed us two tickets each to sample this “beer”.  A tight-shirted gentleman then toured us through the facility and described the whole process.  He was such a nice man that we decided it would be only polite to drink more of this so-called beer throughout the remainder of the evening.

The highlight of the brewery tour for Darryl was discovering another guy who was there for a bachelor party who was clearly wayyyy nerdier than Darryl.

We then headed to Jack Astor’s for dinner, where the waitress proceeded to dump an entire glass of ice water into Darryl’s lap.  He was advised by the manager to blow-dry his lap using their high-powered hand dryers in the bathroom and to enjoy his free meal on the house.  The group moved from Jack Astors and on to the Bier Markt where we remained until the music got too loud for comfort.  Then on to Fion McCools where we sat on the patio until a nearby patron threw up on the sidewalk and then called it a night.

Thanks for driving Tim, and I hope you had a fun night Darryl!