Farewell Gozlando...

Well hello everyone. This weekend we said farewell to yet another friend leaving for "the land down under". Yes another one sent where the men love "roos" (not that there is anything wrong with that ...) and the toilets turn backwards. We started out at Pub St. Paul, a little pub in Old Montreal. After adequately loosening up our vocal chords with some fine ale and a couple of well placed shots we headed off for a late night, private, karaoke session. Yes that is right ... private karaoke. Below are a few of the pics from the night. So long Jeff ... you lovely Scottish bastard ... take your haggus and get out! BTW good luck in Aussiland and keep in touch.

Well I don't know ... I guess I'll have the the duck a l'orange.

Wow those smiles faded fast after the red wine hit that white shirt...

It got so bad that Stace and Brian had to use pool cues to hold themselves up ... you can dress em' up ...
"Please don't go ... Don't Goooooaaaaoooo"
Sonny and Cher will never sound the same again.
"You've lost that luvin' feeling ... whoa that luvin' feeling"
Wow ... I never thought "Tiffany" could sound so good.

That's right, I've been known to rock the mic too! SWEEET CAROLINE!!! Bah bah baaahhh!

Right after this, Julie threw her bra at Paul and the unhinged clasp scratched his cornea. One of the all too common injuries of a rock star. I don't like to brag ... but at this moment we were very close to rocking down to electric avenue.

and then Denis took it "Higha"

"It's like that ... and that's the way it is ... HUUUNNNHHH" Right Jolyne.

Peace out homies ... that's all.