The hangover

I'll never drink again... It had been a long, long time since I felt this bad, but the show must go on! So on we went; to Canada! The drive was beautiful, pretty scenery, big ass buildings and weird ass americans set the mood. And what a mood it was. After clearing customs, we arrived in a little suburb called White Rock. To paint a picture, if you would've told me I was in Malibu, I would've believed you. But till I see Malibu for myself I think White Rock is prettier. You have a seaside view, looking over America on your left hand and Canada on your right. Houses that make Charlie Harper look like a pussy and very nice people who want to live peacefully, it was awesome. Finding a motel in such a place is a hassel though, so after Checking out the sea for a bit, on we went. After a quick drive(god bless the POI system in the gps), we arrived in a place called Surrey. At our first try, after I dropping of a really weird hitchhiker, we found a nice little motel, went around town a bit, ate in a very, very nice little Italian restaurant and went to bed, because the hangover just didn't fade away.