Or are you just happy to see me?

So, I’m in Toronto at a restaurant, with a group of 11 people, and I have a few beers in bottles that will make it into my collection. Nothing new there. I’m a good 15 minute walk from my hotel and I stick one bottle in each pocket, because it looks the tiniest bit less stupid than walking down the street with a pair of empty bottles in my hand.

Bottle in my pocket

Again, nothing new here.  Except that the group that I’ve agreed to hang out with tonight (6 of us) decides that we are going to check out Toronto’s primary tourist trap, the CN Tower.

CN Tower

We walk to the tower and, before I can even buy a ticket, I have to go through a security screening.  So, now I’m explaining to these guys why I have two empty beer bottles and why I’m NOT going to throw them away. They think I’m weird (and they are correct), but they let me through.  Now I just have to wait on line for well over an hour to go up an elevator.  At the top, there are some glass floors where you can look straight down.  Here’s a picture looking down from the top of the CN Tower in which you can clearly see one of the bottles still in my pocket.

Bottle still in my pocket

Crazy.  All told, I spent about 3-4 hours with a bottle in each pocket.  That’s uncomfortable on both a physical and emotional level (because I know I look like an idiot when I do it).  Sometimes you have to pay for your passion with more than just money.

Author: UsedHair

I am a labeorphilist (one who collects beer bottles) looking to discuss the adventures often involved in obtaining the bottles and the challenges that accompany the hobby.

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