The leader of our found group was named Rod and he was hysterical! He brought with him a bag full of Riders face paint and Riders tattoos. By the end of the night - every single person with exception of maybe 6 people from Quebec (it was Quebec we were playing - and even some of them!) were either sporting the tattoo or a giant S drawn on their face or arm - willingly! He made the game, which was good cause we lost.
Apologies for the blurry pics, it was dark and I could not get my camera to "work with me".
Across from the bar was this drug store, I thought the sign was pretty funny:
|Because you may need a sandwich while they get your Viagra for you. Ha ha ha|