ITS JUST CHEESE

I'm still on a Canada high from this past weekend, which is really just a better high than any sort of cheese could ever give you.

Picture this: Eight American teenagers who are laughing raucously and (unlike polite penguins) seem incapable of keeping their hands to themselves as they lay in a grass patch in the rejection corner of the Montreal Jazz fest, where all the bands playing can be heard...at the same time. Security walks past and presumably is hit with the distinct odor of lots and lots of illicit substances being smoked in the near vicinity. As the smokers of such substances have left the area in search of food, security moves to question the innocent children.
Security: Where's the weed?
K: I don't have any!
Security: Where's the grass?
K: It's JUST CHEESE!
Motioning, of course, to the foil wrapper off which she is sucking the last remaining bits of unsquished free sample cheese. Because THAT is a surefire way to convince cops you aren't high. And...it worked. Kudos, K!
...I don't think such excuses would work in the USA.

I mean, sure, we lost $400 (you know, $120 plus $230),which kind of goes against our splitting a $95 dollar per night hotel room between eight people and pouring cup noodles into the hot water in the tub rather than spend money on actual sustenance philosophy. But if you think of it as a donation to the good city of Canada, or a tax on having too much fun, or 25 servings of $2 noodles per person, it doesn't seem all that bad. Plus we all brought our positive attitudes. Mostly.

I honestly swear we have more fun than any other humans in this entire universe. And that's what makes us phenomenal.