The trip to see the Hip in Toronto was a rousing success: nobody got arrested and no man was left behind. No hassles getting into and out of Canada. The Foggy Dew on King Street is a fine Irish pub and an excellent place to enjoy some air conditioning, a perfectly poured pint of Guiness, and the World Cup. It was brilliant, wonderful to enjoy a few pints and watch Argentina snag one in extra time off one of the best strikes I have ever seen (Maxi Rodriguez is a master), and the waitresses in the plaid skirts and black t-shirts.... Fort York was the perfect outdoor venue for El Hip- intimate yet open, and the Hip were on. And how about that forcefield!?! Wow. Gord danced and sang like mad and the band was kicking, with a boffo setlist. Don't Wake Daddy, The Wherewithal, We'll Go Too, Greasy Jungle, a Nautical Disaster dedicated to "our boys and girls in Afganistan and to Prime Minister Bush," and a fervent, amazing At The Hundredth Meridian. The only drawback, 1 encore. But it was a great show and a great start to the summer concert season.
I love Canada. People get to act like adults, concert security wasn't there to be DICKS (unlike at Darien Lake where that is their sole purpose, that and harshing your taxpaying citizen mellow), and they even sell you bottled water with the plastic top on- because apparently in Canada unlike the US they don't use the plastic bottle tops as weapons. What a country.
I just hope they don't take after us.
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