The Importance of Respecting the Maze

I was with my cousin, first of all, because we did a sort of a road trip across Canada in the summer of 97. We met this guy on a Greyhound bus and he said, Hey, come to our pizza place. So he invited us with his mates on a night out. It was a Friday. And so we found, we put our bags and stuff in our hostel that we were staying with. And we met up with these guys and we went off on a mental night out which involved lots of Canadian misadventures. They were making us drink cocktails that I've never heard of before. And they were driving around in cars - some of them were drunk driving