My Cousin sent this to me the other day. She cut it out from the Charlottetown news paper; "The Guardian".
Yes Folks, this is where I am from...a place that has a bootlegger reunion.
Most people from the Island read this and said,"only in PEI". Really though, no matter where you are from or live, every town has something like this. The difference with this, however, is I bet this entire reunion was planned through the "Bootlegger Committee" at the Charlottetown Detox Centre.
Can you just imagine the crowd of people that would be at this swanky event? I wonder what you would wear to an event like this? I'm thinking something VERY tight, like jeans that were so tight they give you the best "camel toe" and the "muffin tin" effect. Just to ensure you get lucky.
And people ask me if I would ever move back. Soon...real soon. (Before December 2ND 2007 anyway, there is NO WAY I'm missing the 3rd annual reunion)
17 comments:
I waited a whole week for this, and I have no idea what a bootlegger reunion is.
Nice WV though: zwwwnx
Bootleggers sell illegal alcohol. Usually out of their homes. So when the bars are closed people would go to the bootleggers...or if you were barred from all the bars...or if you were under legal age...you would go to the bootleggers. Charlottetown was littered with bootleggers for years and years. But the police busted them a while back so now they have to have reunions. I hope that makes sense.
I'm starting to think the WV is a waste of time. One time, I got one that looked like this: jfkdgnvninfijfiefkdnvneringfenvknkni
Do Bootleggers have boots.....and legs?
WV: killyourbossandhiscat
Yes. Usually Wellys.
WV:shitontheirdoorstep
Once had bootleg rum. Got drunk like no drunk before. Felt more like being on drugs. Can't imagine the craziness at a "reunion". I'd imagine there'd be a lot of obnoxious singing.
bootleggers makes me think of 20's speakeasy-type places with flappers and bathtub gin.
classy!
I'll tell you this. When I was 15, a group of friends and I ended up at a Bootleggers. We were with this one girl that was a year or two old than us and she dragged us to this old house downtown while she went inside. So we stood in the backyard that was full of junk for a while waiting for this girl. It was dark and we couldn't see much except for what was being lit by the porch light. We were standing behind this fence when this old bum stumbles out and starts staggering towards where we were standing. Clever us, we decide to stand completely still and make not a sound, because the man will not see us if we do not move or make a sound, right? We are standing there as still and as silent as humanly possibly. The man is obviously very drunk and is very slow and staggerly. Finally he starts to approach where we are standing and goes "YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!" Can you imagine 4 14-15 year old girls running like bats out of hell screaming up a very dark and dungey street in Charlottetown?? One girl actually pissed her pants. Oh how I miss my childhood in Charlottetown!
Kat-yes there would be...there would be a lot of obnoxious EVERYTHING.
Have you ever had moonshine? that stuff will fuck you up!
Wonderbug-The speakeasy-type places with flappers and bathtub gin your thinking of IS WAY WAY WAY MORE CLASSY then the bootleggers in Charlottetown. I hoped to have my wedding reception at one...
Melinda-remember when we were 14? Why are they so many stories that end in someone peeing their pants?
moonshine ate my cup. Bastard. Tastes like fire.
The thing about this story that I like is the fact that these former bootleggers are having a party at which they will pay the inflated prices of a "sports" bar. And what's worse, it's at a sports bar.
There's actually a bootlegger/afterhours near where me and the fish used to work...I heard they had nice COFFEE TABLEs. Never went in personally.
When I was a kid in Cape Breton, we always got our liquor from taxis...they never asked any questions, and only charged a five dollar delivery fee. BOOYA!
oh SNAP!! That is how we go our liquor too! But the taxi driver would get it from the bootlegger, so it worked out to about 2 bucks a beer plus the delivery fee. And the driver would always smell of rum and brylcreem when he would finally arrive with the goods!
I have tagged you, you are IT.
get your shit hooks off me, green fish!
you is still IT, mofo
Hey lady.
Where you bin hiding?
Why don't you come out and see the new addition to my blog! ;o)
...and get outa the bootleg bottle and post something new! sheesh.
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